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Mar 2014
On a cold, wet night, I wander through the city streets. I walk by the buildings whose lights illuminate me, only briefly, until I pass them and am thrown into the darkness again before I realise it.
             It reminds me of my life: The buildings are my days; they pass without incident or delay and then the night comes stealing away my time.
                               The reoccuring alleyways are my weekends; I want to just run down them, laughing, splashing in the puddles, climbing the fence and jumping off. Discovering new things and adventuring...
                   And then I realise, I'm no longer a child; It's too late for my life to happen... I've blown it off, going to school, college, getting a job, working hours on end. I've wasted my life trying to get a life. Even the holidays are just other days now. And then I go to bed, exhausted, with nothing to look forward to, but doing it again tomorrow...
                The alleyway ends... and the lights from the buildings illuminate me, again...
Aisling O'Neill
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Aisling O'Neill  Glenelly, Ireland
(Glenelly, Ireland)   
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