i hate how every time i come to terms with something,
something else comes and slaps me in the face.
three years i'll have to live without him.
more if he doesn't come back alive.
he won't see me graduate.
just 19 days until i see him for the last time.
knock on wood.
the last time for three years.
"The pieces are lost, these pieces don't fit.
Pieced
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