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This all happened 3 years ago.
Im still in pain.
This part of me that isn't there anymore.
It was never healed.
Right now, im standing in front of his grave.
A beautiful marmored stone, his name and dates written in gold.
I dropped some roses. Red ones. They were his favorite.
I feel rain drops on my skin.
Or is it tears?
I don't know anymore.
I turn around and leave the grave.
'See you soon my dear.'⌫
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𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚈𝚘𝚞ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸˢ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ⚣︎♡︎
Romance°MISSING° adjective miss·ing | \ˈmi-siŋ\ ABSENT
