Friday, January 25, 2019


i'm still here mister. how can i tell you that. i'm here. when i'm not there. how can i reassure you, when i'm not sure myself. i'm sorry i'm not there. please believe in me.  
i believe you do.

i hope he doesn't think i'm gone.

barb writes, copper has a very good memory and you have a very big place in it. 
now i cry.

he remembers. i'm always here. he doesn't think i'm gone. he knows i'll be back.  
i'm not gone.

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