i've begun to build monuments around every breath that you left for me to find and every daisy will die in an effort to find out if i'm on your mind. i make believe what you would say if you were here. it's all just pretend anyway. the stories in my head repeat again and again until i start to believe in them. i wish that you thought that i could do great things, that you didn't ever want to slow me down. i looked for you when i learned to use my wings, but you were no where to be found. I don't know the feeling of your sweet arms, it could have been the best time that i've known. maybe the reason that i was here was to watch you go. i wish i could have been someone to you, but you were meant for something better. it doesn't matter that you don't know who i am, cause she, and not me, will always be part of your history.
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