I am gone. I am a fragment of your imagination. I am a story that has ended. I am the wind caressing your skin. I am the passing of a season. I am the death of a loved one. I am the end.
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- rundontwalk
- -Time passes incredibly slow when you're waiting for someone, something, anything. But with hope infecting our hearts, we wait. Patience also endures in our minds, although the doubt in our gut wants us to retreat.
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