Little voice in my head says:
‘You’re my macha…brudder…’
My days have been getting better and better…and I’m pretty glad.
Still, I can’t hide the fact, that I miss having you in my life, and I miss being part of your life, however small it is.
But I asked for this, so I don’t know why I’m saying all this.
Letting go…piece by piece.
Yet, it was difficult for a moment, when I drove past your street today…
You have no idea how I felt at that moment.
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