May 18, 2012

As the sky turns from dark, navy
blue, to a brighter hue, he stares.

There is a madness in his mind that
he cannot shake, try as he might.

It is the madness of her, of the
rejection, of the friendship that

once was. He can understand so
much; why not this?

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