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Glint, actually. You don't know what you have until you don't have it anymore.
Written by: Desert Ghost Domen de Quenster, Sworn Sentient
Date: Monday, June 23rd, 2003
Addressed to: Everyone
You were always there.
I didn't often need you, or give you second though.
I didn't often let you lie, in the sun.
I didn't often scold you, I didn't often smile.
At you.
And now you're gone. And I know that I'll never have that
same feeling. Not exactly the same. Not you.
Your presence in the
Back of my mind
So little thought of
And now so lacking.
And when you needed me, after all that time of selflessness
I wasn't there.
You were away.
And now you'll stay away.
Forever.
And blame is silent in weak in the face of unforgiving truth.
That you are gone.
That you will be gone.
Maybe, in death, you know how much you meant to me,
Silently,
In life.
Penned by my hand on the 24th of Mayan, in the year 337 AF.
Glint, actually. You don't know what you have until you don't have it anymore.
Written by: Desert Ghost Domen de Quenster, Sworn Sentient
Date: Monday, June 23rd, 2003
Addressed to: Everyone
You were always there.
I didn't often need you, or give you second though.
I didn't often let you lie, in the sun.
I didn't often scold you, I didn't often smile.
At you.
And now you're gone. And I know that I'll never have that
same feeling. Not exactly the same. Not you.
Your presence in the
Back of my mind
So little thought of
And now so lacking.
And when you needed me, after all that time of selflessness
I wasn't there.
You were away.
And now you'll stay away.
Forever.
And blame is silent in weak in the face of unforgiving truth.
That you are gone.
That you will be gone.
Maybe, in death, you know how much you meant to me,
Silently,
In life.
Penned by my hand on the 24th of Mayan, in the year 337 AF.