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I Have Lost Myself Somewhere

He was a quiet man, trying to speak only when he had something to say, but he could chat with anyone about anything.
People said he was very negative, but I could see that though he wasn't depressed, depression stalked him all through his days.
He did his best, though it usually wasn't good enough, but it was all he could do and knew how to do.
People used to tell him all the time, "Be yourself", then they'd get mad when he did.
He wasn't a very pleasant man, but he never really learned how to be. For that matter, he didn't have much reason to be.

He was my friend, and now he's gone.

 
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