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Nobody


He let go. He didn't care, nobody cared. It's hard to be here when he's not. I hate walking around and remembering the times we shared. Everything reminds me of him. The bright blue sky, the white fluffy clouds, the sound of the water splashing up against the shore. Nobody told me how he felt; not even him. I wished he had told me. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard.
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