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My head goes crazy at times. Most times. I still think of him. It doesn't hurt too much, usually it's okay to just have him flashing across. Sometimes it just gets more. Conversations. I think of our old talks. Everything, when he told me bout his mom. And what his mom said.

Sometimes my phone misses him. It's like I type this one word. The next suggestion would be "woodpecker". Hey, phone. You gotta move on too you know? Move on. Forget about him. There's no more woodpecker. There's no more wood.

And the sad songs. Related or not, he'd appear like that. Then the songs just get sadder. But at the end of the day, I deeply accept how we've become. How we made it end this way. Like hey that was such a previous history, and I'm never gonna forget it. It'll be in my head from time to time, but it's not gonna make me go mad like I used to. It's just... A memory.

And it's okay because it's the best we could do.

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