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Once there was a guy, no longer a boy, not quite a man. He was sad and lonely, all but given up on love. He spent his days dwindling away bit by bit The smile of his younger years fading with each passing day.
Life had beaten him down, and left him to bleed out in the gutter. He had nothing to offer, even to himself. The only thing that remained in him was his kind heart But it seemed that was life’s next target.
In his hollow state he knew that he would accomplish naught So he bothered not in trying. He had spent too much time crying. The Love for which he dreamed seemed to be but a mirage. Sadness in his eyes was all to plain to see.
His attempts had left him broken. Results of his efforts was yet to be seen. He knew not what to do. Living was such a chore.
He then met a girl, not in form but in force of soul. She reminded him there were things to be done Many more sights to be seen. But he knew one thing, he needed to move for bells to be rung.
For nothing is accomplished by standing still A beaten warrior that remains to live Can fight many battles more. Even an injured man can be himself again with the right medicine.
Hope is never lost, only misplaced for a time. Feelings forgotten can be remembered. A muse can be found in another. You will find what you require, but only when needed most.
Only once you hit bottom can you truly rise. Only when emptied can you again be fulfilled. Giving out is not giving up. Its just a temporary loss. Life is a momentary loss of reason.
He may not have found what he thought he wanted, But he has found exactly what he never knew he needed.
