Five

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I remember telling her my story.
And she sat there for hours, listening to my barely audible mumbling.

Kind of funny now that I think about  it.

She was there for me when I needed her.

Never knew I was the one she needed.

But I didn't, so that's how it was?

Told her about them. The ones that took my breath away.

Whose smiles made me cry with joy.

So unnapreciative when you're living in the moment, I remember telling her. Never realized how much they actually ment to me.

"Until they were gone", I remeber telling her, word for word.

How my world fell apart, and at such a young age I realized the cruelty that the real world hides.

Nothing lasts forever.

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