I thought about you today. There's not much left there for me after 3 years, but sitting in a brief silence and glancing about the space around me, I found that a piece of you resurfaced and lingered for a few moments before sinking back down into the crevices of my mind. You're truly gone, and I'm nothing like I used to be. Everything changes. There isn't a thing that doesn't come to pass.
Jul 21, 2024
Jul 21, 2024 at 7:21 PM UTC
I thought about you today. There's not much left there for me after 3 years, but sitting in a brief silence and glancing about the space around me, I found that a piece of you resurfaced and lingered for a few moments before sinking back down into the crevices of my mind. You're truly gone, and I'm nothing like I used to be. Everything changes. There isn't a thing that doesn't come to pass.
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