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While I had known you for the majority of my life you only knew me for a mere 16% of yours.
Even someone so bad at math can calculate that.
14 Thanksgivings
14 Christmas
14 springs
14 summers
14 autumns
14 winters
It’s nice to think of other universes, but in truth that’s all we had.
Our story stops at 14 years but mine will continue past.
How many times did I wish away the years
taking for granted you wouldn’t always be here?
When I asked you the point of life you told me there’s none.
“You have forever to be dead, why not just have fun?”
About the Creator
angelica lesly
‘Don’t—don’t go.
Don’t carry it to someone else this time.
Tell me about it if it’s something human.
Let me into your grief. - Robert Frost
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