even the way i talk, the way i see what's bared in front of my eyes, i reflected his demeanor.
"there's nothing to writing, only sitting down in front of a keyboard... and bleed."
i bleed even before i could write him.
until every thoughts that concur are all about him, recur coincidingly.
what i'm trying to say is, what i've been meaning to put across is, what really is going on is...
i miss him badly.
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