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Dec 2020
They were here, and now they're gone.
It's too late.
You've missed them.

The guilt of missed meetings,
angry words,
mistakes and mistreating.
Are in the past where they will always belong.
Without a chance to make amends.

And then,
soon enough,
we go back to our usual ways.
Not seeing that we are doing the same again.
Until it's too late.
Written by
Rob
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