Her breath smells of cigarettes and her sweater is worn down.
She’s been sat there for over an hour, slowly drifting away from reality.
Nobody knows what’s to come next,
time passes,
rain falls,
life just carries on.
There’s nothing we can do about it.
By the time she’s ready to go, she’s drenched.
But that, that’s just reality.
The way of life.
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