I'm ill. My voice can't produce a sound anymore. I went home to let my mum take care of me. That's how i bad i felt. Spent a couple of days in bed, sleeping the fever off. I'm feeling better today, my eyes are sparkling again. I still miss you.
at night my mind does not much care
if what it thinks is here or there
it tells me stories it invents
and makes up thinks that don't make sense
I don't know why it does this stuff
the real world seems quite weird enough
*calvin & hobbes' - BILL WATTERSON
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I've lost you pixie,
I lost you earlier this year,
I've lost you now.
Now I'm lost
why?
I've found you,
that's why i'am so happy.
I'm ill. My voice can't produce a sound anymore. I went home to let my mum take care of me. That's how i bad i felt. Spent a couple of days in bed, sleeping the fever off. I'm feeling better today, my eyes are sparkling again. I still miss you.
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