I weep when I think of you
Our brief encounter illness skewed.
What great friends we would have been
When we didn’t realize the end.
Here I sit with tissues scattered
to me, my friend, you will always matter.
I weep when I think of you
Our brief encounter illness skewed.
What great friends we would have been
When we didn’t realize the end.
Here I sit with tissues scattered
to me, my friend, you will always matter.
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Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
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