What are you reaching for, our there.
Beyond what we see and know why would you need to be bigger?
What are you reaching for and when can I know what it is and where it is?
It shouldn’t really matter to me I’ll never have answers for the questions
It’s just how I get the attention.
I still woke up without you
Even if I was with you
I wonder if memories of dreams are real memories.
I miss you.
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