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When one leaves, They never really do. They are present in the void They have left you with. Sometimes, you think you'd be recovered from a heartbreak. But when I saw the picture of the pagoda I took on that day, I saw your face. Memories resurfaced, the sewn heart has a few stitches loosened, and what if's appeared once more like how they did on that fateful morning. We weren't close, I admit we never were. But you affected me greatly, and I wish I'd done better. Now I can only look at you in photographs or in memories and dreams. Suddenly, reality seemed less of a reality compared to the dreams and photographs you were in.
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Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC
death never does us part
When one leaves, They never really do. They are present in the void They have left you with. Sometimes, you think you'd be recovered from a heartbreak. But when I saw the picture of the pagoda I took on that day, I saw your face. Memories resurfaced, the sewn heart has a few stitches loosened, and what if's appeared once more like how they did on that fateful morning. We weren't close, I admit we never were. But you affected me greatly, and I wish I'd done better. Now I can only look at you in photographs or in memories and dreams. Suddenly, reality seemed less of a reality compared to the dreams and photographs you were in.
It's my grandma's first death anniversary. I suddenly miss her. Her absence doesn't feel real.
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Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC
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