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i don't know that i'm done, ya know, with the attempts i had at making life spontaneous. with the dreams i had of becoming living proof of some great and mystical legend. the fantasy inside. charlie walked with his head held high but never realized, took the time to see what was ahead of him. you know how to see and how to look. the differences are astounding. he saw what he wanted to see. like the masses of the human race he was blinded by himself yet he had 20/20 vision. you know the types. he should have looked. i tell myself that everyday...i should have looked...maybe then i would be able to see clearer the future. i can't make out the words but see that there is print. charlie took her life and then his own. he shouldn't have. but he did.