8 years, 8 seconds...
In an instant it will all disappear
I will be a distant memory
One you'll randomly remember and smile
I have finally accepted that I am just the girl you meet during the storm
The one that shows you what it's like to be wanted, supported, and loved
Just to be forgotten about
I truly believe I was put here to be a healer, a season, here for a brief but beautiful moment
But not meant to be anyone's lifetime
8 years, 8 seconds...
I will be the dream you remember until you take your last breath on this earth
About the Creator
Mercedes Chavez
Come with me, lets go on an adventure together, see the world through my eyes, let me paint a picture with my words, I promise you will be able to feel what I felt the first time I experienced it. Love, sadness and everything in between.
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