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she’s unavoidably scary,
her name is time.
she doesn’t wait for anyone,
which i guess is fine.
the only thing that stops her in her tracks
is the realism that there is no tracks.
so she won’t remember your name,
because, in reality, we’re all the same.

i’m not even sure..
is it okay to still hurt this bad?
because years and years later,
i’m still missing you, dad.
4 years ago, today..
Written by
saffronne  13/home.
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