THE THING THAT BUGS
THE CHEST ALL THE TIME,
THE THING THAT PULL BACK AND FORTH
THE SADNESS AND HAPPINESS EVERYTIME SOMETHING OR SOMEONE HAVE CROSSED THE MIND.
THE BIZARRE FEELING,
THAT CAUGHT UP LIKE A STRING,
OF SOMETHING WHICH WAS THERE AND WHICH COULD NEVER BE ASSEMBLED,
THAT IT BECOMES THE HARDEST,TO APPRECIATE THE HAPPENINGS OF NOW AND UNDERSTAND THAT THIS MOMENT WILL SOON TUG THE HEART AS WELL.
AFTER COMING THAT FAR AND ACCEPTING THOSE BUGS EVEN THOUGH IT REMINDS OF THE THING WE HAVE LOST.
IT ALSO REMINDS OF WHAT WAS THE MOST PRECIOUS THING TO LOST.
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