THINKING OF YOU
Sometimes things change. Things you thought were indestructable but also the things you never thought would last. Sick and tired of all the waste. The waste of thinking that everything will be the same. Maybe it wasn't meant to be, because if it was it would already have happened. I'm letting it go. Far away. & hopefully, someday, I'll take it out as a fine memory. Because sometimes a memory is all we hold on to. And all we can hold on to.
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