The longing.
My longing.
For a little note.
A little note in the end.
In the end of the day.
The day that I lived.
I lived thinking.
Thinking.
Thinking and hoping.
Like a child.
A child ignorant of harm.
Harm from reasons.
Reasons for kindness.
Kindness and caring.
Caring without taking.
Without taking.
But asking.
Asking.
Asking for more.
More of this.
This longing.
For a little note.
For just a little note.
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