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"I've often wondered what would happen if I just got up and left. Not saying a word to anyone. Just go. Leave everything and everyone behind. But then I think of you. I think of the way you get scared shitless when something I sent sounds like a note. I think about how if I decided to finally fly into the sky, you would be right behind me. You think that you are a burden and ask too much of me. In fact that's what I feel about me to you. I'm never happy. And I crave you all the time. I have a thing for poking you... I hope you don't get annoyed by me... I hope you won't use me... nor abuse me... I know I shouldn't worry but I do..."