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Hope fades as he wanders through the trees,
rains trickles down from the branches.
The storm has passed and the fog has risen.
Now everything is clear
And nothing is the way it was.
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How did I                                  
    get here?                        

                                  How did we
                        reach this?
It is in a crowd
that I am most alone.
I had everything I wanted
-- I wanted the wrong things.

— The End —