I roam the empty halls, searching for something intriguing,
I can't find anything.
I shake my head and put my glasses on.
I close my eyes and listen for someone to call my name,
I can't hear anything.
I exhale deeply and take my ear buds out.
I turn my music back on and begin walking towards the exit.
I walk out into the cold of winter,
I feel nothing.
I head back inside and take my coat off.
It seems I'm always in the wrong place,
At the wrong time,
With the wrong people,
Thinking the wrong thoughts.
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