Missing people is an experience I never was familiar was. I grew up in a family that stayed close by; we visited each other on holidays as frequently as possible. My friends were my second family, we all lived a somewhat walking distance from each other. Misfortune seems to have stuck around on my skin, like a bee sting that never wants to go away.
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HEAR YE, HEAR YE (i've said this like 5 times today i should stop tbfh)
a- this was the last paragraph, I, Yas, will be writing from this story.
b- There are many reasons to why this is happening. But mainly, Sarah loves this story more than I ever could. She is more passionate and loving about this story, therefore here we are.
c- It has been a pleasure writing this. Sarah and I, we understand each other so well. I'm so glad that we could share this story with you. I am reminded everyday by how lucky I am for this; and I will never ever forget about AM, PM.
d- Sarah will be continuing this story and I will be her beta, unless there is a change of plans.
e- A poetry book collab between Sarah and I might be coming up soon.
f- I love you all. Thank you for bearing with me, especially, you, Sarah. FYI guys, Sarah is one of my closest friends irl and this was our first story together. BUT NOT OUT LAST.
love, yas. SIGNING OUT FOR THE LAST TIME AS A WRITER OF THIS STORY. love ya, AM,PM. (and all of you. winkwink.)