I walk these lonely streets everymorning.Attempting to be happy to see my friends.Cars passing by honking and people surround me.Still I feel alone in these streets.The world alive around me I watch and see everyone's smile,laughing ,playing, and living their lives.I try and think positive as the loneliness and sadness sets in.I walk home after school red and yellow leaves fall, the bright sun resting upon the trees,warming the day, and still I feel cold and. heartless.Stolwn by you, a ghost haunting my past roaming someone elses life.A ghost I thought I knew, the only thing known is the mysterious fragile heart I carried in my pocket as I walked these lonely streets.Keeping you close as possible.Closer than I kept my own heart, the heart now in pieces as I struggle to hold it and put it back together, trying not to drop it, and lose it in these lonely streets.
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