Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you're near, like now. It's as though I had a string tied here, under my rib, where my heart is. Tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. When you go, with all that distance between us, I'm afraid this cord will be snapped and I shall bleed inwardly. But you are sensible. You'll forget.
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