The Quiet One

January 29, 2011
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These violet eyes stare ahead, never to see again. This mind wanders to seas and distant lands. This body sits, growing old , decaying. Never to laugh, or cry , or sing again. Who will find the purpose for this lost soul to go on? Or is there a purpose to be found?

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