Some nights I look out the window and wonder who does the same? When the wind blows on my sleepless nights I wonder does anyone think my name. The sky so black, the moon staring back; I wonder who else’s sees this beautiful view? Sometimes I feel so alone in a crowed so large. Like no matter what I do or say nobody will see or care. Like no matter what I’m just a silent whisper in the wind.
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