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Sitting Outside
When I was younger, my parents drove me around in the family car.
I would always see older people sitting outside, just as happy as they could be.
I thought to myself, 'How could people do that all day?
Wouldn't that make you bored?'
Those were silly times, where I had not a problem in the world.
Most times, I got what I wanted.
I hardly ever got in trouble, because, hey; I was just a kid.
Now, as I'm older, I understand those people.
Sitting outside, I can escape my problems
At least for a little while.
I could escape the drama at school
Or my family, who seems to have forgotten me.
Outside, I can pretend I'm invisible.
Hiding in with the trees, and the leaves, and the birds.
I can be myself out there; no one can judge.
I wish that the weekends are longer.
That nights are shorter.
That way I don't have to exist for someone else; just the animals and plants.
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