It is funny.
Though when you really think about it, it is not funny at all.
When you left, you crept up on me, without me noticing. I feel the loss in the pit of my stomach, in the bruises in my legs, in the gap between consciousness and sleep.
Oh yes, I feel you, although I honestly did not mean to.
This is it kiddo.
Goodbye R. I'll be seeing you in time.###
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