Your words weight, I can barely walk
My shoulders are weary, and my calves are already ruined
How can someone be so youthful and yet be so lifeless?
there won't be enough ink if I wrote you letters every day about how your absence is eating me alive
I'd want to write to you.
I truly believe it.
Do you ever think about me?
Do we ever have thoughts about each other at the same time? How can a lovely intellect consider anything out of the ordinary, how can those gorgeous eyes gaze upon a being composed of wind and dust?
You're a living miracle
Please write to me
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