<<::*talking to myself*::>>
Lond ago::late at night

The only reason I wake up is because I know that someday. . .someday you'll be here. Next to me again. Holding my hand. Whispering to me! I can lie to myself all I want. U can, too! U'll never feel the way I do. U've trained yourself not to. U speak to me in picutes. And I listen with my eyes shut! Put your hand over my heart and feel the life inside. It beats with the rhythm of your name. U amaze me! But i want this as much as you don't. I'm sorry. . .there I go again. Things can't be what they are in dreams. It's not that simple. it's night and day.

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