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I miss you every hour of everyday. And you know what the worst part is? I'd catch myself looking around for you."Why?", you may ask.For a number of reasons.Maybe I had seen something and I wanted to tell you about it. Maybe a new experience happened to me and I wanted to share it with you. But in all honesty, mostly it is because I wanted to hear your voice.And then it hit me.... you aren't there. You don't want to be found.It kinda fucks me up and puts me in a funk.... the kind of funk that puts me in a funk that beats any other kind of funks put together.And you know what?It ain't a funky kind of funk.