Once again, I'm spending my Friday all by myself.
I sit inside and watch the rain make my windows cry.
"How I wish I could just run out there." I think to myself.
I would run.
I would run all the way to the person that would be waiting for me on the outside.
But who?
Who will wait for me?
If I run away, who will be there to embrace me?
No one.
No one will be there, and I know it.
So, I guess I'll just stay behind the window.
I'll continue to stay in the bed, alone.
Looking forward to next Friday?
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