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Alone

All around me seasons change, yet I am left quite the same. Restless, hopeful, wanting more, scratching endlessly at the door. People come and go, moving slowly with the flow. Here am I alone in the sea, an exile island just for me.

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emily-coon

American

Published: Oct 12, 2010
LinesWords: 1143

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