Monday, January 2, 2012

.losinggrip.

I sure do hope you're doing okay out there. I'm fairing well here but you best not linger too long for fear I'll soon be lost without you. For you may be able to tread waters independently, where as I need to grasp your hand every step of the way.

So hurry back, most dearest friend. For I am nothing but a morsel in lack of your company.


.sh.

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