The car crash barely left enough of you
for them to identify your remains,
and yet to me, the city is filled with traces of you.
The car crash barely left enough of you
for them to identify your remains,
and yet to me, the city is filled with traces of you.
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Heartbreaking. Great use of contrast!
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Thank you!
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Oh Wow…oh wowwww, this got to me.
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Sorry, I suppose. Thanks, Shadeau!
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Don’t be sorry–great writing!
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Wow extremely effective lines.
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Thanks, Amanda!
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This was really powerful! Love it! ☺
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Like echoes left behind, everywhere I look. Such a powerful image!
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Very powerful and written so well! Sad there is nothing to identify, yet he is all around! Great story! 👏
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