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[ntothea]

I watched.

I watched as he picks up the pieces of newspapers on the floor, as a made his way into the very doors of starbucks liat towers. Oblivious to the crowd as he mumbled and strutted with his sandals loose and limp at his feet. His pants baggy, his white T-shirt untucked..sloppy but not dirty, He walked around the premises with no fear or care about those staring..

At times I wonder, what or how worse a life this person is leading.
I look on and try to come out with a certain scenario as to what he might be thinking about.
Sometimes it comes to a point of overpowering sadness than I had to stop. Look away. And jot this in my blog.
Something no one might even understand,
I cannot deal with this..
I cannot deal with the fact that at times my life is hard.
But I cannot deal with the fact that there are those who have lives harder than me,
I cant stand it.
I cant stand that the crowd jeer these people.
Stare at them unwelcomigly.
Stare at them as though they are pests.
I cant stand the very emotion that makes me human today.
I cant stand feeling pity.
Dear God, help me.