July 7th, 1997
I toss and I turn in bed. I reach over for a warm body that’s no longer there. No, you were never there. But I dreamt it. It was once so real, so vivid.
The smile I saw begins to fade from my memory, and soon I can no longer recall it. Why did you leave? Where did you go? How can I find you? Will I ever see you again? Where are you?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who?
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