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I Am Here


He is the end of her.

He is her friend!

What friend lies?

All of them?

Some of them? 

None of them?

 

She is a punching bag?

She is not.

She does not know.

 

But now?

Now I look back. And I see the light.

I see the light, and I know the truth.

But I will never know one thing. Why?

No matter. I am here, I am now.

I am not happy, but I am not sad.

I am here. I am now.

And that’s what matters. 

 
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