And now, I long for the night to hear how your day went. To laugh at them through our giddy comments. I long for the night I write everything you can tell me. To cherish them now that even a word can not exist in our inboxes. I long for that six days I have freely hugged you. Because now, I just cuddle with the pain.
–Jhunamae Moja (Smnllyl, maybe now)
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