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Nov 2020
It fades
Slowly at first
Then, all of a sudden.
Contact remains
But it’s sparse
Unfeeling.
Dying.
The list of other’s more important, grows.
You become an afterthought.
Then the inevitable end.
It’s foreseen. But it hurts like hell.
And you know it always will.
M Sebastian D'Lacey
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M Sebastian D'Lacey
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