The pain subsides, the emptiness remains.
I miss you friend.
Our friendship was not perfect but then, it's that imperfect joy from a dear friend that i miss.
I know it's time to move on
but i can't and never will.
It's like the scar from a wound that refuses to go
no matter how hard you try
It's this very scar that becomes a part of your physical being,
your identification after a point of time,
you just learn to live with it.
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