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Sep 2014
He knew it was only she
whom he could possibly love

He turned towards the darkness,
ran from the sun

For it was in loneliness
where he could hide his pain

That love was a trend
he could never feel again

And it was his love to give
that was the passing trend

For he had grown fond,
loneliness was his friend
Adam Carraway
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