... i guess that will do.
there needs to be a spot on here for things that should be remembered...
i sing to you constantly every time we are together
could i be the end, the procreator of sin, lust, your death?
my fears tourment my skin. shivvers overwhelm the tears. oh how i wish that you were here.
all i can say is that i know the feeling.
or perhaps it would be more succint to say "ditto".