"she sits surrounded by the deafening silence,
usually the streets are still alive with noise even this late at night.
the rumble of ongoing traffic,
the wailing ambulances and shrieking sirens,
The rattle of the ttc on the iron rails.
but tonight it’s silent.
the cars appear to glide silently down the road,
there aren’t even that many anymore.
it seems today, that the streets below are empty.
the moon shines brightly in the darkness of the night,
yet it appears to be a cold beauty,
it has no light of its own, but that which it reflects.
she feels empty and alone,
literally and figuratively.
sometimes like this, she doesn’t even know if she feels anything,
or if it’s a defence mechanism where she tries not to feel anything.
she is a girl with too much love,
and nobody to love.
she has feelings and she cares so much,
but it’s not the same if you don’t know it.
people will say what you are,
but she wouldn't want you to be anything else,
than what you are to her."
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