Summer Holiday

The sun shines
Its torturing rays
Can't help myself
I have to gaze

As I venture outside
Away from a lonely home
I get confronted by people
Matching their stride

Where ever I go
Can't escap reality
All the streets are
Populated with beautiful people

So I hurry inside
Lock my doors
Evade contact
And pretend
not to care


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