day 11543: where are you?
I know you're there and I hear your call. But I didn't answer years back when you beckoned to me from England and I refuse to listen now that you tempting me from the misty green fields of Ireland.
You devil. Why don't you just come here?
Seriously.
The signs are there. I'm not listening, but I feel it in my gut that I shouldn't be where I am now.
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