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Nostalgia.

Dragging through life, 

I don’t want to admit that your absence is the reason why I’m sad. 

I do miss you a little. 

I try to stay strong. 

I know I won’t be seeing your pretty face and your strong body anytime soon. 

I know you’re gone. 

I accept that you are not here. 

I know it’s worth it that you’re gone simply because you are following your dream but I can’t help but miss seeing you. 

My eyes have gotten so used to seeing you that I don’t know what they will do now that you’re gone. 

The idea of you remain unanswered.