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When I did what was needed to be done, 
and I step in the urban sitting on a chair reflecting the sun.

It lets me see through the glass more clearly, 
people holding on their bags so firmly, 
Just like I, giving a seat free for the elder, see me?

But people near me are people who I never knew, 
makes me attached to New brands wore by few.

They are surrounding my view, 
just like that I don't pay attention if someone might be there of them I know.
When I accidently watch them at the eye, their smile that my heart sew.
Since when can I smile so cheesy?
Smiling is so easy.

They do what we do, 
looking through the phone, then looking away at something else, talking with people or step off or on, 
just doing our thing on and on,
Month on month,
Son with son,
Or alone with none.

I love seeing them enjoying music silently, 
living in their own world apparently.
Holding books on their backs, 
them not knowing they are foing their job great by following the simply ,,wake up early and be ready to learn"  facts.

And when the lonely woman started talking to me, 
telling me how much time she Set free.
She still called me ma'dam, 
even though I still was a kid of Adam.
Smiled and got near, 
I thought: "Why don't I fear?"

But she told me how I looked beautifully
and how life can also be partially.

She made me stop twirl my finger around my hair, 
realizing we both were the same set of pair.

Looking at the people on being silly or angry at something about, 
Looking at the people off being silly or angry at something about, 
made me learn amount.

Additionally a couple near my house, 
walking with hand in hand not caring what they are talking about.

People of different stages, 
have all got different pages, 
and meant phases, 
where some are the back of the book, 
trying to help you through the cases, 
and ending to be a book that amazes.
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