and suddenly she was terrified of life again.
she mourned the past
the future,
that will be the past
so soon
tomorrow
today
this second
those people
whom she worked to grow with
to develop
will be irrelevant
forgotten
except for facebook
and it is there
only to remind her
so she can find them
stalk them
if she wants
if she thinks that it will make her feel better
to be reminded of their name.
i don't pretend to be a writer.
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