theglassdoor
It was almost like yesterday that it had happened. The memory repeats, and repeats itself over and over in my mind as if looking for someway to change it. I wanted to change it, but it was too late and now hes gone. Now a part of me is gone.
Its like a thread going through a needle. Its hard and you can't always get the thread through, the opening is small. The thread can pass through the needle but it doesn't always stay, you have to tie a knot to keep it in place. Sometimes you get frustrated and poked. It hurts. Some times its worth it, what the thread can do with the needle.
It didn't occur to me that we were so far from each other. Even though I'm right next to you, you really aren't there. When did you get this way. When I thought I was near to your heart like you are near to mine.
I walked out and locked the front door, and that was it. It was over. I was never going back, I didn't have to. It feels good to be finally free.
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