And the train doesn't halt,
world passing by unreachable,
i wave and it's not my fault,
if i don't see them waving back.

standing tall at the exit,
feeling the wind blowing into the face,
eyes closed, faint memories of hurt
happiness, epiphany, revolving

passing clouds, drenching rains,
nauseating hypocrisies, that weak innocence,
people cheating their own heart
for a moral sense defined by someone else.

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