Sitting in an empty, four, white walls,
It shows unhappiness,
Sand, almost filled the bottom glass
Near ending, and he already missed you,
And you haven’t yet left.
So how can he live,
From here, to his car,
without you.
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- Some stories are fabricated, some stories are imaginative, some stories are not your own, and some are factual, but all are stories that is an individuals and he must share so that he feels the world part of him, not just him part of the world
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