Gone

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    Gone
    “Maybe next time,” she thought, in between all the voices in her head. So overwhelmed with the option of giving up. To accept the facts. That she’s not even close to where she wants to be. Deciding that she must be that easy to forget.

    It was nice, for a little while. The lies keeping her warm. A heart pretending to care. Believing in something that was never really true.

    But then she blinked and it was gone.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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