I stare bleakly into the night,
Watching as the droplets calmly fall from the heavens.
I dream of a time when all the pleasant things in life were there,
When all of life’s sweet pleasures were still waiting for me when I went home.
Yet, as I stare out into the cold obscurity,
I feel as though I’m alone here.
”Isn’t something missing in this life,”
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