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Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Broken men don’t dream
She saw the sadness in her eyes and it hurt. She turned away and kept walking toward the door. He slumped down into his arm chair, a piled mess of elbows and duffle coat. He wasn’t a fan of life anymore. Just trying to waste the days.
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26 year old male from south sydney with limited interests only mildly askew from the mainstream
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