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Jul 2021
I hate growing apart from those you held dear
Watching them fade from real to figures on a screen barely recognizable
You shared your secrets, helped each other through your dark and twisted moments
But none of that matters as their face becomes one you no longer know
Soon all you can do is let them go
Who knows, maybe we’ll meet again. Doubtful, but life is mysterious
atticus wilson
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atticus wilson  20/M/The abyss of life
(20/M/The abyss of life)   
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