The weather is chilly now; clouds scud across the sky as the wind rustles through the tree branches and the streetlights flicker in shades of bright-white and orange.
I hear the footsteps and the voices on the balcony and I yearn to go out there and scream at them to shut up so I don't have to deal with the loneliness and the frustration that I don't have anyone to talk to.
Time for bed.
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