We were walking away from the life that once was ours, from the people that were the closest to us, from the places that heard us laugh; the park, the beach, the school, the palm trees, the lemon tree.
To this day, every once in a while I catch myself thinking about how my life would've turned out if I hadn't left each of the places I used to belong. The many lives I could be living.

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How (my) life goes

Vibrant colors of the world fade in turn
The parts of life that make the soul ache
That make bones chafe-
I found beauty in that darkness.
I found some small piece of paradise
In dark eyes, 
In lost goodbyes.