It felt like refreshment.
We started anew. But I got to see you again. All of you. I could see you out there, how you ran and talked and pushed and dreamed.
I don't have you anymore. Every single one of you that really meant something? Gone. I don't feel refreshed anymore. It's not the beginning of a new story, a story of hope and success.
No, it's just a continuation of a tragedy.
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Poems, Stories, And Unorganized Messes
Short StoryShort stories, poems, snippets, scraps, scripts, and more...whatever I feel like writing. Kind of a dumpster where I just dump what I'm thinking, but it doesn't smell as bad. I hope. Copyright 2014 (c) by DiscardedOpus13 All rights reserved. No part...
