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Let a tear fall slowly in towards the end. Rest close, driving free somewhere in the outer banks of an envoy. Let it be known that the truth of what was once here has gone along with it in a surprising turn of events. An unknown truth that still lingers curling in the air like smoke in rings of trust and decay, that rise and twist as time passes. Where is the night. Tomorrow has come and it felt like nothing. Who could even tell that they would arrive when they did. Was it a terrible fate, or something just to happen as things often do. It wasn’t as if the friendship that once existed couldn’t fall like everything else. Or was it to join in the fate of the smoke rings. Rise up until it drifted away flying towards what is ultimately considered a good end. But like how everything else goes, everything else goes. Linger like a ghost is less considered than an eternal tragedy. Deep stone solid unshakable pain any which way imaginable. Why not a ghost, stay a little longer and do what you must do.