I broke the window
I didn't want anything shielding me from reality
I'd rather face it head on
I felt the cold wind on my skin as I slept
The heat on my toes in the afternoon
I remembered how I used to watch the wind and rain
Beating upon the glass
And I would look at the way the sunlight streamed through
I still can't decide which I prefer:
Feeling life's beauties and pains
Or watching them while I hide away.

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