Moose Was Kidnapped.

"Nothing, I just want to talk."
"Sure, talk then"
"well but ironically i dont know what to say"
"has it been that long?"

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I don't know if you still see this,

but there's so much to clarify.

I feel like there's so much to say,

but yet nothing to tell you at the same time.

Yes, it has been long,
and time has left a void,
and this void, acts like the space that bounds us off each other,
which now separates us not only in distance,
but in thoughts and emotions,
dividing our spaces,
and warning us of what once happened.

It feels as though there's so much I have to make up to you.
I don't know.

You say it's tension,
I think it's a mix of hostility, fear, hurt, pride, inconsistency,
and discomfort.
I guess we just need to be stripped of our pride, entirely.

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This matter aside,
my phone went flat last night,
a bad time for it to die,
even worse for BOTH phones to run out of battery-
I missed the calls from Hr, sorry.

Fiveeeee more dayyys! =
Looking forward to the weeeeeeeeeekendddssssssssss!