He stands in the middle of his worldenclosed in a cocoon of doubts
Around him, thrown away in all directions
decisions that he didn't take
lovers that he didn't embrace
words that he couldn't even utter
when time was right
He is the solid contradiction of his kind
To be or not to be...
He knows in his bones how it hurts
to lose the love of a lifetime
how pitty it is
to let life live you
instead of living it yourself
A tragic figure
Someone forgot to tell him
that he hasn't breathed at all...
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