Alone

                Day in and day out I have been standing here silently watching the world whizz by. It is a lonely life. I stand here alone, the sun beating down on my spine and the rain running down my face. No one looks at me for more than a second, and when they do, they ignore me. I am a placeholder on this vast horizon. I have been polished and painted in the hopes that I will be noticed, but it is all for nothing. Nothing I do makes any difference. It’s been awhile since anyone bothered to make me feel special. There have been days when I see someone approaching and I find myself starting to hope that they have come to fix all of the broken pieces inside me, but I am unfixable. No one cares about one lonely street sign. Day in and day out I have been standing here silently watching the world whizz by.

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