Fond of the past with a twist of sarcasm.
You found the time, to say the least of every world that was ventured.
Who knew the impact of the worlds that left the circuit.
Walking through the muse I found a world without the one who felt like torture; to one that felt like a replica.
Now, I don’t regret what I said but I do think differently.
Seeing the depart from a distance I see things clearly and am devastated at the idea of what I tried.
The more I see the more I know that it was all wrong in my head.
So thank you for the departure,
you will always be the best departee.
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Missy Kish
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