I saw her again. I rarely see her. She was smiling and talking. She breathed without thinking. She walked without worry. She talked without overthinking. She had a clear head. She was able to coach those in need.
I miss being like that. I miss her. I will miss her when she is gone and I hope for her to come back earlier than she came this time.
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My Little Sad Writing
PoesiaJust don't read it okay. This is for me to write stuff down. It's uh kinda sad and just things I've been thinking about a lot. I don't want to write it down on paper. XOXOXO Trigger warning to Death Self hate And many other Nasty things I guess...
