The Window
Cassy
22 Nov, 2016 09:16 PMSometimes I sit and stare out my window, when life is in despair. I go to that window when I feel depressed, but no one is aware. Everyday, I stare at the trees and the birds and the sky, to escape from a world of unhappiness. I press my forehead against the glass and sigh, "Why does life have to be like this?" I gaze out the window at the twinkling stars, all is far away. I wish I could be up there with them, but instead, I'm stuck here everyday, with nothing but my window.
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