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Dear Old Friend of Mine

You may ask where I have gone, but it was not my choice to leave.

I used to love watched the seasons change through the window behind me, the wisdom imparted will never be forgotten.

How on earth could I forgive myself?

This a misfire, a misfortune, I miss you, doctor.

Raking the sand into lines and patterns, eating dark chocolate as the rain would leak through the roof.

Maybe I need help now and again,

Maybe I need your help now and again.

This is all too much hurt for me, you were there when I needed you the most.

So I hope you can remember. I am sure to call you in the morning.

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Written by Grayson Spaw

I'm an eighteen year old writer and reader. I'll be attending Albion College in the fall majoring in English and Secondary Education. I love cats and old books more than anything else in the world.

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