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To whom it may concern,
Since you left I haven't been able to put a coherent thought together. Evidently, as I'm writing this letter. I'm staring and pausing with the phone in my hand unable to find a suitable replacement and your auditory hallicination has taken residence in the basement.
You remember don't you?
Either way I find myself turning to answer your query but there's no one there and quite frankly it's eerie. I break the months into weeks and the weeks into days, days into hours, hours to minutes, minutes down to the second. 8 467 200 in all I would reckon. Due to this minutiae my world reaches normalcy only to be undone by unforseen pathetic fallacy (it doesn't get easier as you go along). It's not that I can't function, I know that I do. It's just there's an uncomfortable absence of you.
But this letter won't reach you, I won't even try. You don't want to hear it... So,
Bisous and Goodbye.
Since you left I haven't been able to put a coherent thought together. Evidently, as I'm writing this letter. I'm staring and pausing with the phone in my hand unable to find a suitable replacement and your auditory hallicination has taken residence in the basement.
You remember don't you?
Either way I find myself turning to answer your query but there's no one there and quite frankly it's eerie. I break the months into weeks and the weeks into days, days into hours, hours to minutes, minutes down to the second. 8 467 200 in all I would reckon. Due to this minutiae my world reaches normalcy only to be undone by unforseen pathetic fallacy (it doesn't get easier as you go along). It's not that I can't function, I know that I do. It's just there's an uncomfortable absence of you.
But this letter won't reach you, I won't even try. You don't want to hear it... So,
Bisous and Goodbye.
There have been times I've seen stuff where I've said: "I feel like this is a story trying to be a poem..." Well funnily enough I wrote one of those due to the fact that my brain decided I couldn't write a poem but neither could I write something that did not rhyme...
Which is where we got this
once again this is a midnight write up that remains undedicated.
enjoy
Which is where we got this
once again this is a midnight write up that remains undedicated.
enjoy
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this was back when I was in Ireland, wasn't it...