this stranger no longer had the sparkle in his eyes, the fire that drives him on, the passion that keeps him fuelled or the bewilderment of all things.
this stranger no longer had a smile on his passive face, a trait he often wondered about for so many others whom he crossed paths with.
this stranger no longer looked purposeful, or confident.
i'm a little bit afraid. i really am.
happiness, where have you gone?
i'm getting tired and i need something to hold on to.
-RomE
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