His eyes red,
Bags under his eyes so heavy and dark.
Sweat pouring down him face.
Hair all and messy.
All he ever does is look at his phone and wait, wait for someone to get in contact with him.
His phone vibrates every once and a while hoping it's that particular person but no gold.
Thinking back to the times that past he realizes they are over and the present is now.
Looking to what he has now he realizes what he has now is great and what he wanted.
Although realizing how much they have changed he doesn't know if it's worth it anymore.
Idling over the delete button in his contacts list, he hesitates.
If he should do it, thats the end of the past.
Bring on the future but the past can burn.
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