It has been 19 months since the day you let us all behind. It has been 19 months since you decided that you were not meant for this place. It has been 19 months since your love of “Harold and Maude” became not a favorite movie, but a manual for suicide. The situations differ greatly, but the love remained the same. It as been 19 months, but it only feels like five, yet is feels like it’s been forever. It has been 19 months and time has not been kind enough to heal this wound. It has been 19 months.
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