I miss you.

[_onpromnight]

Maybe if I dream all day he'll finally come back to me.

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[clammerwhirl]

As virtuous men pass mildly' away.
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say
The breath goes now, and some say, no.

So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move,
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity of our love.

I love you abigail

[_onpromnight]

I love you Sarah.