fredag den 17. maj 2013

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Can you imagine meeting someone, who figures out, why you're guarded? Can you imagine finding someone, who stays? No matter what you put them through, they always remain on the front porch, wathing for you. The light never goes out, your outline always remains in the bed sheets, they never fill your draw in their wardrobe. They become a part of you, and you become a part of them. So much so, that if they were to ever go missing, it would feel like you went missing too.

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