Gone- for six years.
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I have been gone for six years.
I pulled myself out of the sloppy ocean waves.
Without civilization for three years.
I climbed onto shaky legs and started walking home, soaking wet.
Six years under the bridge with no company or anything else.
Six years of missing friends, and family and happy times.
But I've survived and ...
Hopefully I can make up the lost times.
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