Yes, I'm talking to you.
I want to know what you're doing, what you're thinking, how you're feeling.
I want to know when you're coming back, how you got here in the first place, if you're telling your friends.
What do you love, what do you hate, what is offensive, what sends you straight to Google with unanswered questions?
I need more; more info, more details, more of you. SO much more of you.
It'll never be enough.
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Please don't make me cry.