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how are you
at the thought of you leaving i cannot help myself i already feel lonely even though you're right in front of me at the thought of you not needing me, i cannot help but be afraid and silent, hoping for the best, not letting fear consume even more of me how are you? i ask, for the eighth time in a desperate attempt not to let the conversation die how are you? i ask, and let my desperation show and i feel my fears grow can you feel them, too? Photo: Elvin Ruiz / Un