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What do you do when you miss someone, its like life's loaded gun and its been emptied. I am wandering and wondering, wondering and wandering. Not quite here or ther but still missing you.
I can only remember the good timess and the cadence of your voice and the soft pressure rolling over me like air when its pushed by hard rain. I should have never approached this memory, it was too complicated to endure and I pushed my luck like the air in hard rain.
I have no idea where to go from here, I really dont.
