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Sitting on a bench after the midnight struck,

On the seashore

In front of one of the places i spend most of my nights.

But to night, i am alone.

Completely.

In the agony of waiting without notice.

People in front of me are laughing and drinking and living their best lives, as i did too in the same sposts just some nights ago.

But why now am i outside all by myself?

Other people are passing by, looking at me weirdly and i don't feel much comfortable.

The streetlights are pointing at me and the smoke of the cigarettes gets in my eyes.

And it's burning.

But is it really the smoke that makes me burn or is it something else?

The sense of freedom, for example.

Or the love for you, to give another example.

I am waiting here for you, as every other night.

And I'll wait.

But is it really you i am waiting for?

Or is it something else?

The sense of freedom, for example.