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[dyng2bealive]

clickety-clack, my fingers race across the keys, rushing to send news to those so distant. snapshots of daily life, plans to meet again, the ever-resounding "i miss you". walls mounting; powerless to hinder their construction. impatiently awaiting the date upon which your sparkling eyes and skittish smirk once again fall into view. for now, even though i ache,

i'll just breathe.