As I walked through the moonlight street,
I shivered, cold sweats pouring down,
they who I see, beautiful and together,
i stood with the empty boxes,
huffing and puffing as I was tired,
seeing them made me reminisce,
could it be that it was reality,
dreams do not have prove,
it would not stain or bruise,
but,the stain nor the bruise hurts any longer,,
immune to the pain,
I am ready to go back to the streets,
where all kinds of people meet,
lights glimmering with music and noise combined,
overwhelmed and afraid,
I created a brick wall in front of me,
but,it is not strong enough,
as I need to build something stronger.
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