I couldn’t think of anything to write on my last day.
So I made a list of all the people who I loved so dearly.
And all I could come up with were names of people I’ve never met.
I hope to meet them one day so I can tell them what an impact they’ve had.
Then I can’t stop crying because I’m not close enough.
I’ll never be close enough.
And that was my last day.
If I took my brain out and put it into a jar, would you finally believe me when I tell you how dead it is?
Time well spent.
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