I passed you by on the street again today, you were still talking to yourself about who knows what this time. There was dirt on your face and your baggy once white shirt was stained to hell. Something about the way you sat there on that cold, green bench outside the library suggested that you were waiting on someone that you knew would never show. I passed you by on the street again today, others looked at you with sorry eyes and muttered things like "You're crazy" and "Go away" while I sent you all the love in my heart and if I hadn't have been in such a hurry, I would have sat down next to you and found a way to make you smile, again.
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