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It's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost. It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy. It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time. It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years. It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty. It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it. It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves. It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world. It's the companionship o

I am. I am the person who lives. I am the person who loves. I am the girl who cries to sleep at night, wishing I could be prettier. I am the boy who is trying to live up to everyone else's expectations other than my own. I am the invisible who linger in the hallways. I am the person who bullies to feel better. I am the parent who gave up after my child went to jail. I am the daughter who works at fifteen because my parents can't. I am the person who is bullied for being different. I am the person who lives because I don't know what happens after death. I am the woman who is hit on every day because of my looks, making them more of

but this isn't just distance as in space, not just distance as in whispers of, "i can't believe how far you are from me, i miss you" - this isn't just distance in the way that roads seem to spill over hilltops for years, stretching like skin across knuckles but never ending,   no. this is the kind of distance that isn't seen but instead felt, that isn't marked by miles or gas money and can't be pinned in two spots on a map with red thumbtacks: this is not hearing from you for days and knowing you haven't noticed. this is wanting to have you beside me and knowing you're just fine   alone. this is the kind of dist