We sit in the dirty, dark part of this city.
Crime is sprawling around us,
Yet we sit here like angels.
What makes us different?
The man on the phone loves his job. The dangers he faces are outweighed by the good people he helps. He is simple, but has a simple, happy life. I love and appreciate that.
I may be a soul who has good intentions, yet my mind is mysterious even to me.
People read these words. They look into my eyes. They listen to my words. Yet who knows the real me? If you knew the real me, you may be scared.
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