You’d let go of my hand, and, became, missing, I’d, tried to find you, everywhere, but, I was, totally, unsuccessful in my pursuits of finding you.
When you’d gone missing, that was, over five years ago, and, as each and every day passes by, I’d never, stopped missing you. I’d missed you more, on the occasions of your birthdays, and on holidays too, oh, how I’d, longed to, hold you in these arms of mine!
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When you’d gone missing, I was, beside myself, hollered, no, I SCREAMED your name, at the top of my lungs, until I was, completely, OUT of air, and, the shrilling cries I’d cried, after the realities of never finding you again hit me, were even, worse.
When you’d gone missing, I’d, hated myself, for letting you go, and, after days, weeks, months went by, and you weren’t, found again, that hope of, ever holding you in my arms, became, totally, diminished, and, to keep me from collapsing, I can only, keep telling myself, that you must be, somewhere, on this earth still, because I won’t be able to accept the fact, that you’re, already dead, and besides, if you were, dead, wouldn’t your body turn up, somewhere? Well, you hadn’t, turned up yet, so…
Life, the Obstacle Course 