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Mar 2012
He sits alone,
lonely and cold.
As each day passes,
he's getting old.

The answers he seeks,
are never found.
Now he is death bound.
His life is crumbling,
the truth is stumbling.
His life is becoming dim,
why did this happen to him?
Nicole Williamson
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