The start of my life unaided is knocked upon today. Unsure of whom, why, what may become, I start to feel afraid. Now all alone with no annoyance, no being to-be bothered. All by yourself you only feel when no longer you are smothered. My mind must find, my brain, be entertained, my heart will love again. It isn't a new chronicle, or the end of some fairy tale. It merely is another day, like sunshine that follows rain. I send you off with thoughts of glee, and even bigger than this with thinks, and thunks of me. As my hours may change, so much that I am accustomed to with you will have to rearrange. I'll dig and delve and find myself each day, mostly more strange. Nevertheless I will be in our sanction. So till next we meet seated on a couch whether either dead or alive, dare not recall it's you and me beyond fucking fifty five.
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