Mary alice,
my dear sweet freind
where oh where have you gone
I miss you,
I am worried, where are you
I would love to here from you
But can you come out of your hole and tell us that you are ok
I need you, right now.
My hole is getting deeper and you have stoped shovling for me..
I can still feel hand on my arm, but It seems you need me most of all, and I want to be there for you, but cant unless you come back up for air, and tell me you are ok...

<font color=purple>The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.
- G.K. Chesterton
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