these moonlit nights are strangely empty. i called, there is no answer. i was hoping he would answer. i think he used to, all the time back then, im sure of it now.
hes around. always.hes the only way.
but im not that little boy anymore.
but im really reliving him. havent engaged sharply with my senses until lately.
im living my fear.
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