When the spaces become to big, when the cracks won't stop breaking, when the wind whips out of nowhere and knocks down the big trees, I will still be here.
When the leaves fall, and the grass turns brown, the whole world seems to be a dull color between gray and yellow, I will still be here.
When the words you said were different than what you did, when the last ornament breaks and you were the cause, I will still be here.
When the sushi goes bad, and the prices on fruit go up, all you have left is a few pennies and your thoughts, I will still be here.
When the typewriter runs out of ink and you can't buy it any longer, your paper gets jammed, and you let it go in the wind, I will still be here.
When the ground shakes as if there's a giant stomping around and you feel like no one will ever notice, I will still be here.
When your words get stuck in your throat and you can't make your lips speak, you feel like no one cares, I will still be here.
When you finally realize who's left and who actually cares, I will still be here.
Forever Yours,
Rachel
Very well written!
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