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Not EnoughLonging has long since ceased to encompass me. Yearning no longer possesses me. What fills me now is hopelessness. Nothing I do or say can change who youre becoming. Nothing I do or say can mold you into the person I know you could be. Youre unrecognizable now, oblivious to how completely they have changed everything I loved about you. When were alone though, I know youre still there. Traces of your presence surround me and stir up the forms of longing I feltNot Enough


For you, dearI was searching in my attic for an old soccer ball, one that would be a gift for my ever-growing nephew, that is if I could find it. Thats when I found you, or should I saw re-discovered you. It was just a two page program trucked in between some old memorabilia stuff, I had meant to go through and trash ages ago. As I picked up the piece of paper your eyes were smiling up at me a crease running over your mouth from years of being folded. Perched over your guitar, your favorite place more than likely, your smirk looked as if you had a secret, one you couldnt share, or wouldnt shareFor you, dear
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c(")(") curiosity didn't kill the cat, irony did.
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c(")(") curiosity didn't kill the cat, irony did.
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