Dear Haruki, I like you, like a lot. But I shouldn't try to be you. Sigh.
Cause and effect, memories, I am in love with Haruki Murakami but I need my own style. It's only flattery. I'm only inspired.I firmly believe everyone deserves one of these, so maybe I'll start working my way through. For every person ever known. Ever. Good or bad. They may not like the things I write, but at least it's something written for them. Something that I recall. Something I will always remember. It will last the ages. Until I die, or until the inter-web internally combusts, they will not be forgotten. Generally those who mean the most to be get the most words, and the least of which I ever really admit, but they're repetitive, and shy. These few gathered words are for long lost strangers. We all have little to fear.
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