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Cold. High winds.
Why am I out here in this weather? I should be inside, in my home. Home.. my home?
Funny. Even though I know I should be there, in that place, I can’t remember where it is. Is it this place? Is it far from here? Or maybe I don’t have one.
These trees aren’t familiar. Nor are these buildings. A dark, empty place.. it echoes the feelings that I have inside. It’s also cold. No one in sight. Not that I can blame them, if I had a place to be, a place to warm up, I wouldn’t be out here either.
It looks like I’m alone.
Why am I out here in this weather? I should be inside, in my home. Home.. my home?
Funny. Even though I know I should be there, in that place, I can’t remember where it is. Is it this place? Is it far from here? Or maybe I don’t have one.
These trees aren’t familiar. Nor are these buildings. A dark, empty place.. it echoes the feelings that I have inside. It’s also cold. No one in sight. Not that I can blame them, if I had a place to be, a place to warm up, I wouldn’t be out here either.
It looks like I’m alone.