Would someone please save my life? I wrote
on a piece of paper, not knowing who to give it to.
I sat in the café, maybe it was in Rome (
though I've never been
there), looking at people passing
by, wondering if there was someone
to whom I could ever relate, talk,
really. I sat there in front of the empty
glances through the window the transparent
wall between the world and
I, with my sadness and my despair, I
laughed not, cried not, died not.
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