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Coming and going-
That's what you are. Three years of turbulence, joy, and ecstasy. I wonder if it'll last. Now everyone gravitates to the new position after you've gone, for you have done much. I am no longer there, but why am I so saddened? It scares me...startles me... Coming and going- That's what you'll be. Known you for three years, and I wasn't the same. What happened? It feels funny to be here, wondering why you leave, wondering why it leaves me down. How did you affect me? I'm not entirely certain, but you left an indelible mark. Coming and going- That's what you need to be. I hate this feeling of sadness, but it is what is needed. It is needed for me. Perhaps I bonded too close, and you responded, causing a messy situation. It feels weird to miss you, almost to the point of unnatural, but I do...miss......
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