you leave behind pain
broken promises and harsh words
hearsay, all hearsay to me
i know very little about you,
a call twice or so a year, a visit...even less.
how do i feel anything?
is there any grief i can muster?
this is your legacy.
a legacy of emptiness.
emptiness.
is there still time? as long as you're alive there is.
my first advent calendar!
5 years ago
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