Stain

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After the storm passed, all there was left, was this stain of sadness. Which the sun would soon bleach out. Skies will clear, without a doubt.

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But I could honestly say, the city didn’t feel the same since you had left. Taking a ‘feeling at home’ sense from someone, is a horribly valuable theft. And the worst thing is, it will never be like it used to. Not even with a possible return. Cause nothing ever is and stays the same.

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