I walk through a crowded street
Invisible
Head down .
No one sees me
I’m just a shadow on the wall .
I’m an orphan .
Never belonged
I cried alone
I don’t want to die
Unloved
I’m the buttons on your coat
I’m the hands that keep you warm
But yet I walk this room alone
What’s the point of being lost but not forgotten .
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