Dear die in heaven, if I die once and I die a second time once I have died, I imagine you will be there to greet me. Nostalgia is our only means of communication and I am worried our memories get erased. A blossom, the light on pavement, make sure things are due. Dancing on glass floors never bothered you. Laying somewhere that used to have a smell was something you said you enjoyed. People around us, not noticing us as much as we do not notice them. It's over soon. 

We can make believe some more if you want. A game, a simple game, something with a couple dice is all that's needed for entertainment. Let us see chance together.

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