When I do not wear my glasses and oxygen, my world skews.
I barricade myself in my apartment. I long for human touch.
I do not like friends any less, just myself. By failing you, I fail myself.
My drive sits in the garage. My life idles.
Later, Dude.
We all miss you, dear friend. Much love you to you, and Mittens says, Meow. (((HUGS)))
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