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The chair sits empty where you used to sit.
Sat.
Where you sat.
Even though you were never really here at all.
Mentally.
You were the person that I used to be, except I don't remember her at all and I desperately want to.
To see what she/you was like sitting in that chair my chair back when things were different when I had a memory not weighed down by hurt and experience and living so
much. I wish you were
Here.
About the Creator
Bria Lamonica
Hi :)
I’m Bria and I am a writer/fashionista/corporate girly.
I hope you find solace in my writing and it brings you whatever emotion you need to feel today :).
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