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It is amazing how grand the fantasy of hope can become. The prospect of choice and the means by which we allow ourselves to delude ourselves into static each day.
And a single line about a single friend can bring the entirety of four years crashing down.
By which movement did we say goodbye? I never truly told you how much you meant to me.
I told one of my employees today that "The air feels empty."
It is missing the voices I no longer hear, "If you rub my back, everything will always be okay..."
And a single line about a single friend can bring the entirety of four years crashing down.
By which movement did we say goodbye? I never truly told you how much you meant to me.
I told one of my employees today that "The air feels empty."
It is missing the voices I no longer hear, "If you rub my back, everything will always be okay..."