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8 years... it seems all but eternity. scars so fresh, i can still smell the wound. i lost you in the blink of an eye. still, the thought of you gives me comfort for i knew i had you. the world is different now, as from how we knew it to be. life forms a harsh reality, like a dark, uneasy blanket around what used to be light fluffy clouds. distances form and ugliness seem to prevail. in my darkest hour, i thank god for having allowed you in my life, once upon a time.