At the end of the day you need to realize that people who leave you are doing themselves a disservice. There's no one else like you or me, we are all unique so therefor we are irreplaceable. There might be someone else with similar color eyes but they will never have my smile or my mind or my outlook on life. I have lost a lot of people, but really they have all lost me. I feel bad for them sometimes because they will always go on missing at least some part of me whether they like it or not. It took me a while to get to this mindset but I think it's true. I don't have the energy to wait for someone to realize what they lost, life goes on so I do too.
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No Longer The Moon: A collection of writings from the month of October
Non-FictionSome days I write because I have to, and I have had many of those days lately. These a collection of thoughts, writings, and poems that I have thus have and will add to.
