Rainy Sunday Afternoons
Saturday, July 18, 2015
hundred & seventeen
I don't miss you as you are. I miss you as you pretended as to be. I miss the potential, the inspirational, the curiosity. I've seen you now, and I don't recognize it. I'm missing the parts of you that were always missing.
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