Mind Reading 31-01-24
Beneath the burning glow of streetlamps,
my feet were dragged onwards
through the alleyways and cross streets,
down the tightly packed and dimly lit walls.
Helplessly I sighed at the moon
that was obscured by a thick layer of clouds.
Once too I believed their words,
the praises, gifts and encouragement.
That was
until I heard their thoughts and felt their actions.
Their hands were cold
but their minds were colder.
Now they think me a villain
but forgot about the chapter where
they made me so.
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