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MIISING THE THINGS THAT WE USED TO SHARE. MISSING HOW YOU WILL ALWAYS CARE. MISSING ALL THE THINGS THAT WE GO THROUGH. MISSING WHAT WE HAD. BUT MISSING ALL THE THINGS THAT WE USED TO DO IS MAKING ME MISS YOU. THAT'S WHY I DONT HAVE TO MISS YOU NO MORE. BECAUSE THE ONLY TIME THAT I WILL MISS YOU IS WHEN YOU WILL GO AWAY. AND LETS SAY THAT YOUR HERE TO STAY. SO ALL OF MY MISSING WILL GO TO THE PAST. BECAUSE YOU MIGHT BE MY LAST.

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In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.