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Being who he is it came as no surprise that he could not be anything else but alone Shutting every door until nothing but the looming shadows from the drapery remained Four walls were needed Four walls and no doors Nothing that could be opened or brought inside to share the space and it was always my place to stand patiently waiting for a welcome that never comes
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Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
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Being who he is it came as no surprise that he could not be anything else but alone Shutting every door until nothing but the looming shadows from the drapery remained Four walls were needed Four walls and no doors Nothing that could be opened or brought inside to share the space and it was always my place to stand patiently waiting for a welcome that never comes
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Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
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