Come to my rescue because you're the only one who can.
How long, just tell me how long do we intend to do this?
I thank the mornings for sunrises meant smiles,
far from pretending.
And then somewhere in the day, I'll think of you.
And remember you, even though I don't want to.
Oh how my longing yearns to be more deep,
bound to get even worse if left unprotected.
I hope you are fine.
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Journal throwback.
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