Walking down the city street at 7 a.m.
Smiling like a fool at the new day,
People return nasty looks
But I have no work to do today
And a place to sleep tonight.
But 6 p.m. on that same day
Sad and alone I sit
In the corner of my room
And cry.
The light shines naked on the wall,
A harsher light than before.
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