Everywhere I look is you, I look at a puddle and become sad, remembering the times we would go outside and dance in the rain
I feel as if a part of me is lost and can't be found
That I'm not even me anymore
You took what was most important to me
And that is myself
-why?
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Transient
Short Story"But as told My euphoria is only transient - as was he" We fall and then we crash, and we do it over and over again until the right person catches you. Before the crash we were perfect, we danced in the rain, we travelled together, we shared so man...
