hindsight
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dear rady,
I never stop thinking about you.
I wonder where you are...
what you're doing,
who your with...
story of a thousand impoverished incompetents
path of ten thousand pedestrian drones
foolish enough to have what they want
to have what they need
what makes you happy?
saddness dissolves me...
how are you?
can I breathe you for a moment?
I miss your smell
miss your smile
your face
you
you
you
you
you
my rady
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