Too Bad, So SadMature

"You don't know what you have until it's gone."


You've heard it so many times, yet it never sinks in.
Not until you're left in the dust
Staring
Uncaring
Overbearing
Until you realize,
They're gone.
No matter how you idealize,
No matter how you've withdrawn,
No matter how fucking hard you cry,
They're never coming back.
So you can just die-
Enjoy the pitch black
Enjoy death
Sadistically
Blindly
Fondly

The End

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