dedicatedtothebest

Let the illusions of me run through your mind. I might be miles away from you. But, I can still feel the texture of the dark blue denim jacket you wear so frequently. I just don’t know what to say. I miss a person that wasn’t meant to be in my life. I get the shorter end of the stick because I chose to plan ahead. I smell the charred skin on my arms, but I can’t feel it. I guess that would be thanks to the numbing cream that I take a dab of here and there.

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  1. Interesting, makes me think of the idea that someone’s gone due to some sort of accident, perhaps a fire?

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