Day 21

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ENTRY:
2:17 AM

I've been sitting in the darkness of my old room all night. I'm tired, but I refuse to sleep when I know I'm this close, because I must be close. There are no new memories. I haven't seen him, but I've felt him, I know I have. I've been talking to him, I've said his name.

I hope my instincts do not lie.

 I speak on the whim that he may have waited for me.




































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