Nothing Said
It was a noisy place,
With people rushing to elsewhere,
Coming and going to somewhere,
Lost in time amidst my nowhere,
Just rushing by me.

I just sat there with blank face,
Wishing I might be elsewhere,
A place someone might care
Or at least notice me there,
Not rushing by me

Gloom
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