Sometimes I just want to go walking. In those early hours between midnight and dawn, when the world hasn't woken up and the sun hasn't risen yet. I hope that, one day, the day I pick to go walking, I'll see someone else out. Shying away from the warmth of sleep. I'll wonder why he's out so early, and maybe we'll start talking. But I know it'll never happen.
I guess this is a terrible place to meet people.
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