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Haven’t spoken to the bird,

Whom always had such words,

Was like a verse,

Full of thoughts that wouldn’t make a thing worse;

It then began to seem like a big damn curse,

And my heart was about to burst,

It’s been so long,

Since we had a bond;

So before I’m gone,

I’d just want to let you know,

That you’re still the mate of my soul,

And the flow to my song;

I miss you, I miss our team,

You were right, without you, I am weak…

…weak enough to fight myself and give an apology;

I know it’s too late now…

…I’ve lost you completely,

Now all I got is sorrow and a bottle of whiskey.

~ 9.6.18