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Oct 2017
If you had stayed.



I would have never learned to color my own sky blue
it would have stayed blue

If you had called.

I would have become accustomed to a familiar voice
and not create one in my head
jostled sounds to create comfort

If I had known you’d vanish.

I would have visited
called you myself
and told you goodbye.




-  the heartbreak was not that you left, but the way you left
-Chloe Aldecoa
The incessant posing of, "what if?" It haunts a deep sleep, drives your mind around mountains until you have reached a conclusion, but there isn't one. Living life on the "what if" can be joyous, but only if you turn that "what if" into an '"I can."
Chloe
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Chloe  19/F/Arizona
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