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Submitted:Dec 16, 2011 Reads: 3 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
Who would I turn to then? Him.
And how would I say it to him? Easy.
But he is gone, so what now? Idk.
And when he was here I wasn't alone.
But now?
Where is he? Where am I?
But now?
Who am I look to?
No one.
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