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Jun 2019
you haven't even left yet,
but i'm already missing you.
6 773 kilometers,
Thats an ocean to pass through.

its only been 8 months,
but it feels like my whole life.
now you're going home,
and we've run out of time.

maybe our paths will cross,
or maybe we won't meet again.
maybe we'll write more books,
or maybe this is our chapters end.

these months have been good,
you became my closest friend.
but now my heart is broken,
and i'm not sure that it will mend.

i don't want you to go,
sure we can call and we can text.
but its not the same,
cause who knows when ill see you next.
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Jupiter  20/Non-binary/canada
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