I'm sorry for the silence that has invaded my constant stream of useless chatter that I organize into silly poetry. I want to talk to you, I want to hear your soothing words. But to talk to you would bring you down to my level. And that is something I will never do. My sorrow exudes from my body in giant waves engulfing everything I come in contact with. And you, Sweet sweet girl, don't need anymore sorrow. I miss your email, and your stories. I miss you, my friendBirth sign: Not entered
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