It's strange
how the world changes sometimes.
How the streets you walked
your entire life
seem darker,
even colder.
How the silence isn't so quiet.
How the eyes you've barely noticed
look at nothingĀ 
but you.
How the walk home
every night
isn't a routine but a victory.
Then you begin to wonder
maybe it's not the world
that has changed
but you.
You have become darker and colder
towards the world
towards even yourself
That those eyes are just your eyes in a reflection,
all that stress and fear comes from within.
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