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Very rarely, do I write from my phone. Then again, today, or should I say yesterday, wasn't your typical day. I've been certain things for certain people, but not on this day. I was not the person one turned to, the one who shared a mutual admiration with. I was not the older brother, the funny one, the first to know. I was nothing, to anyone and as I stood at the base of a semi-frozen waterfall, I realized my insignificance. I realize that this one would move on and that one would simply find someone else to share with. I realized I'm not the pillar of strength, the guide or the one with sage advice. I left the crashing sounds of the water, emerged onto the street and as I hobbled home, even the thoughts of home wore me down. I stepped slowly, wishing to dash, but physically hindered. I cake across across a schoolyard, laughter bellowing, then turned and walked. The only thoughts, about how all that I want is slowly becoming as realistic as stopping that water from rushing down. As I made the final turn, key in the door, I was greeted by a familiar face, never once feeling any more alone. The day barely half over and I had nobody to share it with. Not a single moment.

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  1. UnknownJanuary 19, 2016 at 2:20 PM

    D. Gina! Cheer up and enjoy da waterfall, share it with da squirrels (squirrels should be said with thick long island accent squir- rrells) I can't figure out how to spell it that way.

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  2. RoseApril 20, 2016 at 6:24 AM

    You write so beautifully .....
    May happiness be with you always:))

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  3. Belajar ExcelJune 25, 2016 at 4:18 PM

    Read your post for learning english

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