Isn't it funnny that you remind me of someone? Your words speak to me like A familliar friend. Are you tall and brooding, slouching with a cigarette in your hand, elbow lenghth hair flowing, like me? Or a slight pixie, upturned chin and gentle hands. Everyday I wonder what you're thinking, and if you're doing alright. What happened to make you cold, my friend? What happened to make you hurt? I have no time for myself, but I will always have time for you. Thank you for your dreams, that remind me of mine. Thank you for your pain, that mingles with mine and becomes one. Thank you for the respect that you have for my work, my mind and me. And in a bizarre way I miss you. I wanted you to know.
Reason for writing:
For her...
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