Longing

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18.

Sometimes I wonder if I should let him find me.

But I'm not that Bucky he is looking for.

It's still hazy, but I remember him.

Or a version of him.

He was smaller - skinner.

And he was getting beat up in an alley.

But he is - was - my friend.

Sometimes, I just don't want to be alone, but it's safer this way.

I think it's longing for a piece of me...maybe.


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