Tell your friend i said goodbye and i pray those state lines pass like his favorite seasons full of hope. those familiar sites and smells that feel like home or like grade school when the sky looked much smaller because he didn't tip his young head fully toward it. There was so much in front of him. A world laid out so simple. On fire. So beautiful.
Maybe its for the best you leave so we can preserve our fragile memories cased in glass cast in stone just for us.
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