When looking through a window everything seems so perfect, until you notice the sky turning gray or litter on the floor, and that view doesn't seem so perfect anymore. The happy feeling that you felt, you wanting to be one of those people walking by, feeling free. Wanting to the person on the other side of the window, with someone looking at you wishing they could be you. But no your trapped, trapped in an empty room, with four walls and a window and all you can do is look out of it and wish and hope you could be on the other side.
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