The boy layed upon his bed, still wishing, still dreaming, still wondering.  His thoughts constantly wandered to those he let go of.  Those he probably wouldn't ever see again.  Yet, he could not help but think of them.  He loved them dearly to his heart.  The boy had done much for those missing from his life, and the missing had done much for him.  They helped him understand who he was and helped shape him into who he is now.  The boy began missing them even more.  He began to formulate ideas that would help him see them again.  But he struck each one of them down, knowing that they would not work.  What could he do?  What can he do?

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