It ended.
Every day time passes . It comes. It goes. Usually the change is gradual. Days used to feel longer. Life was fuller. It had colours and background music that calmed us and excited us . Now I have no time. To react. To mourn. To grief. Everything passes by in a blur And I am left with the horrible feeling. Of wondering: "Where did my childhood go?"
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