i sit down to rest my feet
i saw my pants with a rip
i slide my hand to reach
feel pain shoots in a beat
dark red tainted fabric
invisible to eyes, i said
surprise didn't feel way back
walking that distance; hard
i must be numb for i know
this could happened to you
too focus and out of reality
hollow see nation; not pretty
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