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"The poets down here don’t write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be..."
So many lives intertwine just to unravel and make their separate ways.
Over time the hurt dulls but thankfully it never goes away.
People you love that you have lost tend to be a quiet wound throughout your life. Such is the price of remembrance and I am fine with paying it.
Thoughts on a cold November night. |
