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Jul 2016
How many times have you called my name?
I stopped counting after the first.

I was taught never to count my blessings,
or to expect more.
But simply to appreciate their rarity.

But you spoiled me.
I grew accustomed to them.

And now I cannot bear the silence.
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B H
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