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Apr 2014
I sat outside on the dock,
took in the aroma of the fresh sea air.
I felt as if the water was hugging me and embracing my loneliness.
I just sat there, listening for something, anything, just a sign that I won't be isolated forever.
I closed my eyes and pictured happiness.
What a cliché. What the **** is happiness anyways?
I guess I have to face reality, the scary and horrendous thing that is inevitably my life.
What escape do I yearn to achieve you ask?
It's rather simple actually.
Ultimate freedom
The freedom to, and the freedom from.
Julian Mak
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Julian Mak  Montréal
(Montréal)   
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