[in progress] He used to be the boy whom I look up to. He used to be the boy whom I never miss, because he was always beside me. He used to be the boy who'll comfort me when the sky was about to fall. But, you know, they say, " Out of sight, out of mind," Will things fall back to it's place, where we belong to each other, and never have to worry about losing each other, again?
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