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And here I am sitting in the park. At the picnic table I wrote our names in. Why did I wrote our names here ? Remember how you used to FaceTime me and I hated when you sat at that picnic table cause I would lose connection with you. Yeah it was a good memory. But now we're at that state. In life. We have a bad connection. I can't hear you. You can't hear me. And I'm crying out in that void of poor connection begging for you to see me. To hear me cause I'm not done talking. I have lot more to say.