Snippet #7

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I'm scared of the distance. The time we'll spend apart. 

Will you forget me?

Or will you remember me and realize I never meant as much to you as you thought?

Will you discard me away as just a fond memory?

Or will you forget me as just an immature mistake you made?

I fear the distance. The time we'll be apart.

I fear what will become of us when we return.

I fear we'll end as just a "maybe," never knowing for sure what we could've become.

I fear we might have to close our chapter sooner than we thought.

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