“The lights are flashing and people are passing, but nobody sees me. I can feel the beat of the city in my chest, the rush of life gives a tingle to my neck. So why do I feel so alone?”
“The lights are flashing and people are passing, but nobody sees me. I can feel the beat of the city in my chest, the rush of life gives a tingle to my neck. So why do I feel so alone?”
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