Because I know my absence is painful for you, here is a scheduled post.
All the talks you never had,
The Saturdays you never spent,
All the grown-up places you never went,
And all of the crying you wouldn't understand,
You just let him cry - "make a man out of him."
A shadow passed, a shadow passed,
Yearning, yearning for the fool it called a home.
- "Left Behind"
That is how I am feeling as I write this. With any luck by the time this is posted, I won't be so melancholy. In the meantime, here is something that would be far more epic if I owned it:
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