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Someone


He’s the one left behind when they’ve walked away. She turned and walked away with the rest of them carrying pieces of him but he couldn’t find the strength to move. Where did his mind go? He sits on the floor staring through his hands staring at the wall trying to find himself in the mirror. He tries to follow, but every direction points away. Holding still keeps memories from fading faster but he can’t hold his breath for long. Looking at the masks hanging on his wall in varying shades of transparency what to put on today? His breath is gone and his eyes are closed when did he lose everything he wanted to keep? Finally he speaks and words are spoken. His eyes are opened and he finally sees. He’s still lost on the road but now it only goes two ways. Maybe he’s not whole yet but he knows what he’s been searching for all along. More than something, someone.
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