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Oct 2013
As I stand as grown as I am.
I try to pause the time around me.
Halt for a moment, the spiral.
Remember that form, that face from this one solid memory.
So many of them I have lost.
Too clouded to dissect.

All fell victim that day.
Left me to tell the story.

I can't remember what they said.
Can't remember that unpleasant instance,

So then prove.
Prove my existence.
If I can't remember this crucial moment.
If I don't know.
Perhaps I was never really here.
Never really here at all.
I do not recall speaking with them.
Never met with their pleading eyes.
I haven't passed, I haven't come.
I simply never was.
Jonathan Wood
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Jonathan Wood  33/M/Home?
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