We've all been there. US. UK. Israel. All points in between. I want to speak to you. It is the hardest thing to do to be totally vulnerable to someone. It really is. To let all your guard down and let them in. Wanting to let them in and hoping they will come in, but never sure. It is okay. It is hard. It is okay. We all hate it. Those people that can crack the shell, they can come in. Saying I miss you is hard. It's very difficult. Saying it to someone you've lost, even harder. Saying it to someone who is still on this planet, the hardest.
Say I miss you to the person you love. Say miss you the person you have lost. Say I miss you to time passed by. I miss all of them. The person I miss knows it. The person lost, knows it. I want to go back to the days where play was innocent and love was pure. Do you? Do you remember those days?
I have drink in hand. I hope you do as well. I wish I could wrap you in the warmth of a hug and let you know that everything will be alright.
You are special. You matter. You are loved. Love yourself. Dying love. Dying by the light. The light will never go out. You are special...by the dying of the light.
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