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It's midnight,
and I'm sitting outside
Inhaling the cool, soft air.
It's dark but the world has an easeful glow coming from the moon.
No one knows I'm outside cause
they're all inside.

I feel like I can touch the stars
or fly away
or just leave.
I'd walk miles and miles
and still be stuck in this
dark world
only until the sun comes up.
Then, It'll be brighter,
but never better.

— The End —