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The last cry

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Day One. It began to rain. And so in my head, thoughts drew me closer to the past.

"hi, how are you?" she asked.
"I love you," he said.
"I like you too," she said smiling, and together they laughed.
There was this summer, a cursed one.
Then one day came, but not the one that he was waiting for. She said, "we're better off alone," and he cried. But not together.
"what next?" he asked, "i miss you" he said, faking a smile.

The first time he saw her, he noticed her hair. Now the last time he saw her, he stares at her hair when she walked away from him.
He wanted to be loved. He got betrayed.
He wanted answers. He's left with only questions.
He wanted freedom. But instead he's captured.
He wanted joy. He found only tears.

Meanwhile, on a small farm with goats and dogs, a little girl is growing up.

Good luck little girl.

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