Despair was my companion in those days, pain was my friend, confoundment was my mate in those times before i found myself, so liberal was his soul, so careless was his gait, so thoughtless was his mime he took all just as it came.
Not a worry in the world, not a care in his eyes just a vehement approval of all that plod his path.
So much i thought of him, for him nothing was worth the thought, with his smile fitted ever so tightly around his broad face in a grin.
So many things i learnt, so many words he said and in those days i would wait just to have him at my side, with his words in my heart, his freedom as mine, i set aside to conquer the world with a whole new pulse.
Finding him was hard, waiting on his liberal soul was quite a daunting task but now his soul is mine, i stand sturdy in the tide.
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