I walk to the end of the street, the place we would meet, waited for the street lights to come on. These lonely hours, long days watching time change, wondering if anything will change for me.
I am talented, more than most people, but here I am wasting time again. Waiting for my time wondering if anyone, someone, will give me a chance.
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