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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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