Where is he?
I sit down and my tears fill the cracks in the pavement. I stand up and start to walk around; 20 minutes, 40 minutes, an hour - longer. I have been wait for what seems like days, but he is not here.
I walk away.
Don't look back.
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 1:54 PM UTC
Where is he?
I sit down and my tears fill the cracks in the pavement. I stand up and start to walk around; 20 minutes, 40 minutes, an hour - longer. I have been wait for what seems like days, but he is not here.
I walk away.
Don't look back.
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