It is Him

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Patrick

It is him

that I think about

and wonder about.

Why do these thoughts occupy me?

We are through and never again will be

but something keeps him in my mind.

Or maybe it's just to pass the time.

I suffer confusion

and a lack of sensibility.

That chapter in my life is shut,

but why do I find myself bookmarking the page?

Infinate Insanity.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

No Clue.

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