everything is temporary.
people find that painful.
people still don't believe the truth is painful.
i think truth is the most painful thing.
the raw ache of knowing how the person you loved died.
the dull stab of knowing you won't get to see all that the world has to offer.
everything starts whole, with a fire at its core, fueling its entire existence.
as time goes on, the fire burns faster and hotter and obliterates everything in its wake.
and at the end, when you've lost it all, you turn to ash.
then... you get lost on the wind.
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menthols.
Teen Fictionshe did it for a reason. and left one thing behind. • lowercase intended • completed at 1400 words
