Unlucky
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Those days when you're not talking to someone who talks to you everyday.
THIS RIGHT NOW THIS^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
I was there, standing, with beads of perspiration trickling down my face and body. I stood there waiting for a sign. Even just a slightest sign that you were expecting me. Telling myself that you will come down and I will keep waiting there. So I sat on the bench, and waited. I don’t know if you ever did looked out for me. praying, praying and praying, but you didn’t show. It started to rain so I decided to leave and when I left. A part of me wanted to continue waiting. Sadness and anger engulfed me. With my shirt and shoes off, I walked in the pouring rain constantly looking back but to no avail and here I am, all alone.
