"Shed"
lobb152
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Today I wonder what will become of Tomorrow. Solitary, he must now follow by the candlelight left behind. Left to trace the lines upon pages not entirely his own. Here is where he fell, broken, so close to the place that was to be their own. Torn, he struggles with the morning; remembering a time when she swore she would love him someday.
I am a nothing dreaming of something unknown.
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