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I was looking

I’m looking out the window, Because after all that the most I can do It’s the closest way to get outside I see those doors that I walked in And realize I will NEVER get out (well someday (soon) I will) Things are a little exaggerated here, But at the same time they are dumbed down There is no worry. No worry. I’m looking out the window, And thinking that I would really like to be outside, Just because I know I can’t. I look at the doors, seeing the nurses come In and out They are so lucky because they have it figured out I think. I think and think and think. I’m seeing those people outside And they are wet because it’s raining. It’s probably raining because I’m sitting here If I were at home I would jump around In the puddles with my little sister I see myself doing that on that little broken patch of sidewalk I know that my body has lifted itself And flown outside the window I’m am so far gone, gone. March 4, 2012
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