f a i r
w a r n i n g


You move in a world 
all of your own
thinking you are in a crowd
and among friends.
Do you know what they say
when you turn your back?
You walk among them,
among many in daylight, 
but when the night comes
and the road becomes 
dark and difficult
inside you know
you walk alone.

little boy | dirty hands
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