. . . boom . . . boom . . . saying my goodbyes . . .

And so it goes . . . sometimes you get home and realize your shirt is on inside out . . . boom.  boom.

And, because . . . this can’t be how it was supposed to be . . . I can feel you here . . . you haven’t disappeared at all . . . but, it’s just time for my time . . .

 

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