We're still human- I promise you.
Beneath these glazed and bloodshot eyes you try so hard to avoid
lies a heart that pumps, dreams, fears,
that breaks.
Underneath the alcohol-laden halitosis I have jokes
questions, laughs, and songs.
Look me in the eyes, shake my hand,
ask how I'm doing, talk about the freaking weather.
Realize that even without a home
I am a person with a name.
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