2017-05-25 - 6:34 p.m.
Once in a while, It’s only a few steps away just to get to you yet it also feels like miles perhaps even days that I have to go through Some other times, it’s the cities we live in at separate tables we sit wondering if it’s a crime to have this irrational longing as sanity slowly weakens to bits A sense of despair wishes for a psychic ability a telephatic connection that should wash off these fears just for you and me in hopes that we belong For now, I’ll have to put up with this distance After all, I still need my personal space Somehow, I’m also looking for another chance for us to come face-to-face Until then, see you again. R.
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