I've always treasured the moments I've lived with people I've lost in my life. Be it a separation or demise. The worst and ironically the most beautiful part is that when I go back to those moments, they're as livid as the time I lived them, breathed them, felt them. It's as if that touch, that glance, that stare, that hug, those laughs are still echoing in my room as I'm penning down these thoughts. I've mostly avoided gatherings, loud places...
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