I slowly closed my eyes.
Awake in the forest.
The background of blurred colors began to die.
I still saw your silhouette staring back at mines.
When I was younger.
I weeped.
When we're apart and I tried to get to you.
But I can't.
Still can't.
I'll be waiting for you.
But you can't.
Still can't.
It feels like hunger.
But it just makes me stronger.

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