~ Interval: Day 128 ~

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I always knew, when I was younger, that people moved away.

What I didn't realise,

Was that every life you make for yourself,

Even those saturated with drama and warmth and significance,

Can end with no obvious conclusion,

And never be picked back up again.


Before the fire,

I thought I'd live in Victoria forever.


But now I know that everything,

Whether good or bad,

Will end.


The only thing that matters,

Is whether you get to choose.


Will you be the one to move?

Or will you be the one who's left?

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