He watches her go by,
Tears falling down his cheeks.
Silent whispers dropping in-between the cracks of the pavement.
He never realized, he didn’t know… 75 more words
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Holy Hell! If Seneca is correct, I am pretty stranded out at sea on a little boat called my brain or life or some ‘thing’ created by the result of poor decisions. 876 more words