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He was stuck in this rut for many a day,

had no clue what he was supposed to do,

what to say,

or how to feel.

"Are you okay? What's wrong," they would ask.

"I am fine. I am just tired."

He did not lie,

for he was tired, he just did not tell them what of.

Was he tired of being alone?

of being so numb?

Of what was he actually tired?

He moved to escape pain in a very dark place

just to get bullied by so called "friends" from said dark place.

He feared he would be alone,

not have any friends,

until this new guy came along.

He finally had a friend,

but still felt something was missing.

a few months go by,

they are dating.

A year or two later,

they are married.

It was a bumpy road the past few years,

but now they are both old and retired,

and happy that they found each other and helped each other to grow

and find some security and hope in each other's arms

and in each other's souls.