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Years have been lived. Months have gone by. Weeks have been wasted. Days have passed. All that’s left of me is gone. He stares blankly as if I were not even there. He moves at the slightest as if I were to do something unexpected. I stare at him blankly as if he were the only person in the whole world. I move at the slightest as if one move may make him vanish. All that’s left of me is nowhere to be found. All that I see of him is just a bunch of memories. Good memories, they were. Sadly, change happens anytime to anyone anywhere. Now that it is as if he had forgotten me, I think it’s time to let go and move on. It’s just that whatever I do, the pain never gets old. It’s always the same: Fresh, Young, and Stupid. Will I get used to the pain? Will it just fade away? Well, I hope so.
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Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 3:49 AM UTC
It never gets old
Years have been lived. Months have gone by. Weeks have been wasted. Days have passed. All that’s left of me is gone. He stares blankly as if I were not even there. He moves at the slightest as if I were to do something unexpected. I stare at him blankly as if he were the only person in the whole world. I move at the slightest as if one move may make him vanish. All that’s left of me is nowhere to be found. All that I see of him is just a bunch of memories. Good memories, they were. Sadly, change happens anytime to anyone anywhere. Now that it is as if he had forgotten me, I think it’s time to let go and move on. It’s just that whatever I do, the pain never gets old. It’s always the same: Fresh, Young, and Stupid. Will I get used to the pain? Will it just fade away? Well, I hope so.
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Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 3:49 AM UTC
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