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in the middle of everything 
I stopped, somehow 
forgot all sense of 
direction. 
among the harrowing cries 
of what about this, 
I got lost 
in the deluge 
of trying, 
always trying 
to make things right. 
tears on my windshield 
my wipers broken 
I could no longer see the way 
clear. 
looking around 
there was no one, 
no one who gave a damn, 
not really 
not about me. 
I sat there and thought 
for what could have been days 
weeks, months 
or years, even 
as the world passed on by 
unscathed. 
I picked up my things 
and went home...

Finished