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Rainy autumn days.

No end in sight.

Mondays are the worst.

Struggling,

To get out of bed.

A grey,

Cracked world.

Raindrops dripping through holes,

In the soul.

The same dull numbness,

Like an old friend,

Lingering on.

Lunch at the local cafe.

Sitting in a corner.

Far from eyes.

Wanting to melt away.

Silent,

Invisible words.

Swallowed bites of food.

Barely chewed.

Unanswered gazes.

Walking back.

And seeing you.

Like me,

Alone.

Surrounded.

By a hard world.

Susanne & Sasan

Picture by Susanne Navid - Words by Sasan Navid

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