there is a beauty found within the contents of every mess created, ours is no exception. we created something we had never intended to, crafted through smiles and laughter, through innocent jokes and warm embraces. we built a tower of twigs, next to one of logs, then destroyed the two. try as i might, i cannot help but harbor a sliver of ill will: a splinter from the twigs. i fear now i cannot return to the innocence of days past. i've been left with a feeling, in the pit of my chest, and that wretched splinter. i feel the wind blowing against my back, and i know it is time for me to leave once more. perhaps i will see you sometime, in light old or new, but know, i won't be returning any time soon.
with love, forever,
your once friend
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