Anywhere
walking around
in the storm
no one nearby
I'm on my own
this world can be big
this world can be small
it all depends
why we are here for.
Walking around
the empty streets
I look inside
my blood is peach
you have no right
to ask for me
I don't exist anywhere
as you can see.
Jessica
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