I watched her grow up
and I watched her leave.
I wonder if she knew
she became the death of me.
--; January 8th, 2014
I wrote this in dedication to someone who used to be in my life, but is no longer in it anymore.
She broke my heart when she left and I haven't forgotten about the heartbreak since.
I think a lot of us can related to the feeling of being left, even when we think we'd never be left behind.
The title was meant to be a contradiction, because obviously, this is a matter that is very important and holds a crapload of significance.
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