When away, it is said
Those you care for go blind
The longer the absence
Your presence no longer a state of mind

Even those you hold dear
The kinships with them made
In their hearts the memories blur
Until, all at once, you fade

Then there’s the one
Whose heart holds your way
When gone for long enough
That heart, will it stray?

there be a need for replacement?
Will what’s left of you dissolve?
People move on to others
And you’re left to swallow the resolve

WITCHER BIG BRO! I MISS YOU!

smooches babysis

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Welcome Back to the Plurk!!!

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