Lowered gaze, a silent tear,
No one knows my worries,
my fears.
No one stops, no kindness to share.
they keep on walking
without a care.
I sit alone, waiting to hear,
all the while holding on
to what's dear.
My dignity, my pride,
my soul, my life.
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