They don’t care

You work till sunrise with endless coffee sips,
your pillow soaked with what is left of your dream,
The sunset never makes it to your tired eyes,
Everything you hold dear slips off your clenched fingers.
Do you think they care?
They don’t.
then why do you care what they think?
brush off those nasty thoughts,
keep walking,
for nothing they say matter.

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