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Jun 2015
He can stand alone for as long as necessary
Without even knowing why it is
A feeling of what is right does not have to have a reason
Because it can only answer to what is his

Though each day may seem the same
What can be expanded upon does not have to say
A thought forced upon you by who you once were
Is the way home because it was you who pointed the way

He looked at you in a way that gave you confidence
And you thought he was in love
Though he was it was never in the way you believed
Because the next day he changed what he was made of

To not know how to live with change
To not know how to explain why it must be so
Is to give nothing except what they wished were true
And that is the honesty it takes to see them go
Mark Lecuona
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