Molly.

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i miss you.

someone i never knew.
someone i never met & never will.
to love someone so small & so fragile is both a gift & a curse.

so delicate.
so soft.
so small.

it feels like millions of years have passed since your arrival.
if feels like it was just yesterday you arrived.

so fragile.
so soft.
so delicate.

its been ages.
its been seconds.
its been 29 years.

someone i never met & never will.
someone i never knew.
i miss you.

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