Average Rating 0.00 (0 votes) You must login to vote Four long hours of uncomfortable silence, I have not left yet but I miss you already. There are a thousand words that I could remember you by: I'd chase after you, I'd call out to you, But I don't know your name. Walking back to you might be the hardest thing that I could do. But what could I say? Would silence be enough? (Inspired by "Lost in translation. Good job, Sofia.) ------ "Perfection of self is the highest philosophy, one which most will never aspire to, nor admit to if they had." -Anon.

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