I word I hadn't anticipated but one that hit the very centre of me.
Simply because it is what I've felt.
And I am guilty again.
It is me.
The problem is.
I search blank eyes looking for the answer and get thick, tangy molasses in return.
Harsh but seemingly true.
So I am silent.
The feelings behind the sadness lost in the sounds of half drunk patrons and violent, self righteous London.
I wander into the silence alone.
Gritted teeth and sick stomach.
Accusations hissed at my back.
I will stay where I am supposed to and not stray again.
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