A hand to the drowning.

He doesn't know me

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We are not meant to be,
he doesn't even know me,
but I see him.
Clad in cool clothes and a tired look in his eye.
No sign that he saw me,
didn't look into my eyes,
or at least smiled.
I know I sound desperate
yet you and I are no different,
to those who seek a deeper meaning to life.
I am a seeker, wandering through thoughts bigger than the vast ocean,
although at the end of the day I remain empty handed.

My thoughts speak for themselves,
echoing through the confined walls of my mind.
Waiting to be heard,
willing to be acknowledged.
Disappointment filled within me when,
not even a mere glance was stolen.

Am I really that useless ?
Or is it just fate playing it's dirty games again?

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