Denton in Texas

Im sitting here, staring at the sky same sky that doesnt care if Im stuck, same sky that watches private jets zip by like theyre ignoring the whole damn world. Denton, TX. Airport. Yeah, thats me. The place where the rich and the restless land their dreams, while Im still stuck in the parking lot of my own life, waiting for a flight that never comes. I see those sleek, shiny planes, all polished and proud, parked like theyre ready for a parade, but theyre not for me. Theyre for people who can afford to fly away. Im not on that list. Im the guy whos been waiting for a miracle since I was 16, and its still not here. Im not even sure if Im supposed to be here. Im just here, like this airport, a forgotten place where the only thing that moves is the wind, and the only thing thats flying is the sadness in my chest. Im not sure if Im supposed to be here. Im just here, like this airport, a forgotten place where the only thing that moves is the wind, and the only thing thats flying is the sadness in my chest. Im not sure if Im supposed to be here. Im just here, like this airport, a forgotten place where the only thing that moves is the wind, and the only thing thats flying is the sadness in my chest. Im not sure if Im supposed to be here. Im just here, like this airport, a forgotten place where the only thing that moves is the wind, and the only thing thats flying is the sadness in my chest.

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