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Goodbye, I suppose

Just a lil something I wrote. More of the prologue to a book than a short story, but let me know what you think.

Sometimes it can feel as though the world is ending because of the pain you feel inside.

I'll be alright, I always am. Just because I miss you, it doesn't make me less of who I am.

A Poem about depression. Kinda sorta.

My grandfather passed away several years ago, yet I can still feel him in every single thing.

She stood on a stone column, hunched over in fear...

The moment you stop trying to the type of person who deserves the one you love is the moment you no longer deserve them.

I saw her pain, her scars, and said nothing, too frozen by the force of my own pain to offer what relief I could to her's.

I spoke aloud to the wind, and I heard nothing in reply. Nothing but a soft and weary sigh.

Why won't your memories just leave me alone? I want nothing more from you. Just go.