peace, child! your smattering heartbeat is making me nervous, & i am feeling small and young.
what is your name, little one? what is your little name? can't you remember? can you pronounce it? do you always speak in whispers?
what's that? you like me? well thanks i guess; i like yours too.
& if I could tell you a much secreter secret than that, it would be that i want freedom, & it would be that i don't want to be addicted, anymore.
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please tell me this title is a shout out to, "For Emma, forever ago" by Bon Iver. Also I hope I see your brilliant face soon.
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