ethereal; eleven

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Felix, this will be the  last one already. I can't even write properly now.

Felix, by the time you read this, I might not be there anymore. I might not look at the same sky with you anymore nor breathing the same air.

But I would like you to  know that I'm here, and always will. You might not be able to see me, but I can. I'll hate you if you turn into a cry baby. So please don't. Aye mate?

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