Among those on the street,
Eyeing you for what you have, who you are,
That might make them complete,
In malls, coffee shops, and public buildings,
Open to bombs and trucks,
Sitting down in front of your computer,
No one is watching you, with any luck,
As a child, at the mercy of your dad,
Some people have no hope,
The flutter of your heart from plaque, not love,
Tragedy you can't cope,
All of these things,
Only you know what more,
One minute you're here and the next you're gone,
Never mind not knowing what it's all for.
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