He Stood There..., Michael Mills [best ereader for academics txt] 📗

I remember him.

His arms crossed over his chest.
Holding himself together.
Just.

I remember him.

No emotion on his face.
But he was dying.
On the inside.

I remember.

Covering pain.
Running away.
Not stopping.

I remember.

being so alone.
Tried to kill.
Myself.

I.

Was a silhouette.
A single blinding shadow.
Of myself.

I.

Was nothing.
Shouldn't have been.
At all.

I was nothing.
A single silhouette.
Covering pain.
Hiding myself in shadow.
I was him...

Publication Date: 01-22-2010

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