I notice your absence in a way I do not have a right to, I know. I think about you with kindness that I'm ashamed of; with admiration I disguise as neutrality. I am proud of you like a madwoman cherishing a child that's not hers.
I'm scared.
I send you good energy and then I step back; don't think it means anything, don't think that I
don't you worry.
I won't tell anybody.
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