by Aaron Jensen

Harold talks to no one
Harold has no friends
Harold has no feelings

Harold felt something once
Harold met a girl
Harold talked to her
Harold fell in love
Harold would see her again in one month

Harold thought for a month
Harold was happy when the day came
Harold walked into the room
Harold saw another man
Harold saw another man, sitting down with her
Harold walked away

Harold stopped talking again
Harold had no more friends again
Harold didn't have feelings again

Harold isn't with us anymore.

The End

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