It never fails...
The evening was still crisp. I stood alone under a maple tree; I could feel the leaves crunching beneath my feet. The wind was cold yet cleansing. I stood and stared at her tombstone, unsure what to think. There were so many things I wanted to say, but those words escaped me.
I was lost. I didn't know where to go. I was all alone.
I was lost. I didn't know where to go. I was all alone.
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