The city is like addiction, like a lover. Does not want to leave anywhere. The red and white lights of the road seem very familiar, the rickshaw pullers seem like relatives. As I walk, I open my eyes to the sky, put my nose in the air, and listen to my ears. As if someone would come and say, "Say something I am here to listen to you “

I shake my head and walk with the Creator as witness. I actually had a lot to say…. but than nobody was there to hear me
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