Alone

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Walking and wandering, alone in the streets.

I keep walking, with hope, hoping someone would save me.

Someone help me.  I murmur under my breathe.

Its raining.. Umbrella..

I forgot my purse.

I clench my hands, not feeling any pain because of that glass, and keep moving forward.

Everyone staring at me, treating me like a criminal. 
Is it a crime to not to have an umbrella?
Is it a crime to cry, not trying to stop my bleeding?

I keep moving forward. 
Not caring about those people, 
Till I see a busy road.




Should I... just  die?


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