There in those streets

So I know what it’s like. The searching. The wondering. The waiting. The walking through the streets. I know what it’s like. I was there. Running through those same streets. The face it breaks at the turn. The sitting on the floor. The trembling hands. The mindlessness. I know what it was like. I was there. The searching. The shaking. The unbearableness.

The fear.

I was there. I endured. I walked those same streets. Swallowed that same ball of uncertainty. I too wept.

I was there in those streets. I remember. I know what it was like. You can see it in my eyes.

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