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Chair and the Scenery

I sit on my old chair today,

By the window,

Looking at the city lights,

Shining so bright that my eyes hurt looking at them.

I like the occasional breeze,

Touching my bare skin,

Along with the moonlight,

Making me feel real;

And I think,

Of all the nights I have sat at the exact same chair,

Looking at the exact same scenery,

Listening to sad songs,

Dripping tears of heartbreak,

And missing the wrong people.

How I wish I hadn’t dragged the chair today back here again,

Looking at the same scenery,

Which once accompanied in many sad nights,

Making me feel empty, alone,

Then and now too.

 
 
 

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