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Feb 16
how can I miss
what hasn't even started?
why are all my loved ones
the dearly departed?

death has been kind to me
and didn't knock on my door
but why do my goodbyes
feel more painful than before?

summer is over

before it even started

childhood is over

it's barely even started

I long to grow old
preferably with you
but how patient can you be?
I hope you'll miss me, too
Written by
Savannah  F/USA
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