dont let go dont go away just a little longer just a little longer let us stay like this...
its a rare thing for the stuffed animal to outgrow the child. i ask myself what id say to you if we met again, but theres nothing that really comes to mind. theres too much i could say and none of it would be enough. i can imagine your every reply in every dream i have. is that enough? can i be satisfied with a memory? hey... its okay if i keep walking, isnt it?
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