He didn't think too much of me.
And you know, maybe
I didn't think too much of him either.
But he was the first in so many ways,
making the absence feel profound.
Like a missing limb
that I forget is gone.
When I wake up and realize it's not there,
my heart stops beating for a moment.
And you know, maybe
I didn't think too much of him either.
But he was the first in so many ways,
making the absence feel profound.
Like a missing limb
that I forget is gone.
When I wake up and realize it's not there,
my heart stops beating for a moment.
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