I look around
And all I see is nothing
No people, no cars
The streets are empty
Their lives have been worn
I talk to myself
And it makes me feel like something
Among the nothingness
Not like any of them
Were all that important anyway
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In the empty streets we often see at least you are there and will continue moving forward in your life.
Andy
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