Truth be told it's similar to those little notes out mothers left in our lunchboxes.
We never notice them until they're gone.
They were just an ordinary piece of paper with swirly writing that was difficult to decipher.
Almost as if they're the full stops at the end of sentences we only notice once we read back over and they're not there
That's how I only noticed that you're not here now when you once were everywhere.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 3:05 AM UTC
Truth be told it's similar to those little notes out mothers left in our lunchboxes.
We never notice them until they're gone.
They were just an ordinary piece of paper with swirly writing that was difficult to decipher.
Almost as if they're the full stops at the end of sentences we only notice once we read back over and they're not there
That's how I only noticed that you're not here now when you once were everywhere.
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