Waitt's

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Staring into the night

The sky, the stars, the moon

So much going on

So little you can do.

The ground,

So hard and cold.

Rocks.

The cool air,

A light breeze against your skin.

The tears slowly falling.

Away from everything, everyone.

View of the city,

Imagine.

Away from the world,

At last.

Take a breath,

Let everything go.

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