A rambling chain of thoughts that stem from every loss I have experienced - of friends and opportunities and time. "What if" is my constant companion. I wear out my memories replaying them and rewriting them to be idealistic and sometimes I can't remember what really happened and what is just my wishful thinking. Not exactly healthy, I know. Written to fill empty space in a piece of art I did, so it's not very pretty, or concise, or even good, but it filled my page and felt right on paper. I hope that you enjoyed Empty Hands.
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