“On this lonely planet, I must remain,” he whispered to his reflection. “My mind, the only garden that I refuse to let die,” tears made of years of indecision. “I refuse to leave my house made of old dreams,” his head hanging low. “The words, the words will keep me company till you decide to speak to me,” he pointed to the reflection in the water. He walked away while tears made his vision blurry.
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