I'm looking at her pcitures. You're in your room. It hasn't changed much. Same pictures, even the same doona cover. You bed has moved 90 degrees... it's probably good thing, don't want anyone else hitting their head. You look the same too you know. Your hair, Your body even your clothes... Its all the same.
I spoke to you for the first time in a long time the other night. It was eery, our voices dropped to barely a whisper. My tone changed, you spoke to me the way you used to. With so much kindness, and a hint of saddness too. I wish we were the same. I wish you missed me.
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