just wrote this:
Left behind, I sit and dream
of days and weeks and months and years.
Caught between now and then,
I murmur in pandiculation:
"The most beautiful things I will ever see,
will they ever really happen to me?"
The moment replies:
"Goodbye."
CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZ.
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