Years unseen

When the past becomes the present, I become scared. Often, memories hold me together, force me to push on, allow me to make better decisions. But when she comes from behind and hits you with everything you felt was pver for a reason, it hurts. Longing for a return, yet hoping never to relive those moments again.

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What's wrong with having a friend?

Josie

I fear, yet pray, I'm turning into her.
When I'm numb from pain, I see her face.
Again I'm disappointed by the downfalls of humanity, and her words spark my imagination.
We're living in magic.
Here we are, finding it day by day.

And yet I feel a comfort in this secluded, isolated life.

She's living it too.