Let me start over. Get me off of this continent and away from the bullshit. Let me run in the summer, through the bending branches of concord. across the bridges and the small winding river. let me cross the street, away from the city, away from the smog. a small town doesn't seem so bad when you're only a number. it's now so different, and i don'
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Love and hugs, hot stuff. xoxo
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but alas you must finish everything you began....
and i am sure you will survive doing so...as improbable as it seems.
but AFTER you finish everyhting, THEN you come home.
THEN i see you again, hopefully, finally.
and if all else fails, then i will surely meet you in nevernever land, in caverns carved into memory, where both of us are as carefree as we remember ourselves wanting to be.
i love you dearly.
you will survive.
xoxoxoxx
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