trails

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I can't help but wonder about other people.

We all live different lives yet seem to

experience similar situations

Situations in which might break us

for the moment, but eventually make us.

Sitting still in a crowded area, time

seems to lapse rather quickly

And if you watch long enough, you start to

wonder if that smile is in fact

real. Or are they fooling us, can

they sleep at night and smile

or do they, behind closed doors

cry themselves to sleep. Does this facade

keep people from guessing?

or does it make us ask questions?

Yes everyone has a s story, but

does anyone take the time out to

find out WHAT exactly?

Faces become nothing more than light trails

among this highway called life.

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