As I sit with you, I wish you were here, but you’re not. You’re somewhere far, far away. I don’t know where; maybe I’ve grown calloused, but I don’t think I care anymore. I’m going to go now. Maybe I’ll find you out there. Maybe you’ll come back from wherever you are and wonder where I am. I don’t know. I haven’t been passed that door in so long, I don’t know what’s out there anymore. It’s dark in here, and dreary with just your corpse for company. I hope I see you again. I really wish you were here.
Wish You Were Here
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