Alone.Dark days, bright nights.Happy man, dying heart.The lights illuminating from the tall buildings form a sky only seen during the night. A beautiful night, only lonely to some, clouds nowhere to be found and a beautiful full moon overlooking the quiet city. A true passionate feeling a man would kill for. Cars drive at the usual steady pace and no car horns to be heard. Everything in perfect balance, except the streets are bereft of people. A lone man walks the streets, following the streetlights and bright neon signs, looking for signs of people. Not a single soul to be found, not even in the cars as they whizz by. The man begins to shout o
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my work 
