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5/7/2012
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A lonesome man stands out looking. A view, so blue, resembles the ocean. Eyes, so vacant, he stares. I did not know, he thinks. I did not see the future reality. The lack in his brain, the future was never now. The future was never clear. He breathes in and sighs out. A friend lost for now. But the future looks to promise a life. He wonders why. He wonders how. He thinks to himself and shivers a sweat down his neck and back. It is over because of her. It is over because of them. And all along I never thought it could end.
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