Afraid to sit in a park and sit there- as if the world will glare at me.The absurd  idea of putting my phone away and not calling him when he was only the one to hold my back at my dark times.listening to birds, smelling flowers,noticing strangers walking through the streets wondering from where the injury came from -As if these observation are boring and unimportant, a waste of time and silly at time.As if somehow starring at my phone and reading about this Strange note and scrolling through pictures of him is more acceptable.

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