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A cold rainy night.

A lone figure shuffles along.

Wearing an expression.

Which i cannot tell.

Was it sorrow?

Weariness?

Anger?

As our eyes meet.

All i can see.

Are empty windows.

A blank souless stare.

Of one who has been through.

Too many losing battles.

Tears of empathy well up.

And threaten to break.

As we both continue our separate paths.

I continue to ponder.

So many questions.

So little time.

So much pain.

Not enough cures.

 As i smile to myself.

What was the significance of it?

Does it mean that the cracks of insanity are already showing?

Perhaps so.

Cracks the will eventually meet each other.

And i will become nothing more than a fading memory.