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Mar 2015
I found myself today
Trying to reason through pieces.
I thought I'd try to figure it out,
And finally put together the incomplete picture;
Thought I'd find a way back to where we began.
But there was no end,
Because there was no beginning;
It was just enough minutes to conjure
A moment,
A memory.
You'll always just be a memory.
A mirage that fights till its last breath.
A neutralized disease,
Frozen mid-infection.

I'm benign now,
Leaving sanity to a prayer.

Because when I found myself today,
Trying to reason through these pieces,
I remembered all over again
Why you're not in the picture.
Sarah
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