I walk these streets like a ghost in a town that doesn’t remember me. Faces blur, voices fade.. I don’t belong here anymore. The only sparks I have are the cigarette between my fingers and this leather jacket I never let go of. I shrug at the world, let them stare or whisper! it doesn’t touch me. Somehow, in all this gray, I survive, untamed, unseen, stubbornly alive.
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