The young man looked at his empty pair of hands again. He sighed. He was depressed. Sadden by the state of things. It was too much. His mind ratted on...
"Stand Up! Move On! God is with you.." the voices in his mind and those of his friends kept him awake. People were walking about him. To and fro.Some stopped by to ask, to help. Some looked at him and walked on.
Sitting on the curb and feeling like your lost in the crowd. He thought again. And thought some more. He had a faint smile, probably a snigger at his thoughts. It was a mocking smile. He looked up, and he got up from his seat.
"Moving on eh?" asked his mind.
"Could you?" his heart responded.
He took the next step. Heavy and reluctant as it was. But things will now never be the same again. And he has to accept that. Losing something so close to his heart.....something he had to accept, no matter how hard it was.
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It seems empty. It maybe empty. But look again, look closely... I am sure someOne holding it tightly.
He is....
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