This was on the sidewalk at the bus stop by the shelter one day. Today is Christmas Eve. A guy is sitting next to me frantically strumming the guitar with no musical reason. A drunk is mopping the floor talking to himself. Mistakes have a cost. Chances have been given. Opportunities have been wasted. And now we find our self here in this place. A place of hopelessness of desperation a place of transferred and displaced emotions and frustrations, a place of lonely hearts of broken dreams and forgotten promises.
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