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Jun 2017
It's always the little things.

The little things that people used to miss that they miss the most when they can't miss the moments anymore.

They miss the way you smiled at the ground when someone smiled at you.

They miss the way you tucked your hair behind you ear when someone embarrassed you.

They miss the way you laughed when you were just about to cry.

They miss the things they missed when they were with you.

They miss the things that would have let them know you weren't as okay as you said you were.

And you can bet they miss you.

After all,

you only know what you had when it's gone.
even so, i'm sure no one would miss me
sage
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     ---, Nella, rose and dusk
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