Held fast. Crushing. Breathing was hard.
Until it wasn’t.
Drifted away on a moment of laughter.
Somedays, it drifted away on the teardrop.
Other days, it drifted away on fast feet. Running from nothing,
but shadows of the past.
Everytime. It drifted away.
This moment too, shall pass.
it will, I’m sure of it
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