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be free.

i used to think that counting my steps would make me feel better. like i was 9 more steps in the right direction.
then i met you.
and i no longer thought that a step without you was even worthy of a number.

what happened to that?

i miss your smell.
your puffy eyes when you wake up.
i miss hearing the door open.
your existence.

i don't want to start to count again.
i don't want to walk without you.

6:52 p.m. - 2007-12-04

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