A rush of nostalgia has come over me like a tidal wave, my mind begins to flood with thoughts of you. Drowning in the memory of your smile and the echo of your laugh. My lungs burn as they fill with the tears that fall from my eyes like a raging river rampaging through a quiet forest, that no force in nature can stop. So I stop looking at nature as I once did, and the beauty in the world has faded to a grey muddled mess. The days come and go and time
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