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I sit at my window every night
and sometimes during the day.
Literally sitting here, hoping I might
not stare my life away.
Its hard not to stare through and observe
the life inside the windows across from mine.
I like to imagine another interaction other than my own
and know that all is fine.
I like to pretend that those inside these windows
are in a way my friend,
But reality shows that I shall never know
and they will remain strangers in the end.
So although I sit at my window every night
and sometimes during the day,
My constant stare probably gives them a fright
and the feelings and words wrapped up inside,
they will never hear me say.
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