AllGoodThingsComeToAnEnd
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I miss you so
when you are gone
I cling to the memories
of laughter
of times left untarnished
by falling out
it wasn’t quick
or all at once
I’ve gradually floated away
We laugh and play
Like everything's okay.
But we're actually lying,
Because inside, we are dying.
Everything we once knew,
Sprouted wings and flew.
Away from what is present day,
