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Dear astronauts

I was wondering how I look from up there.
How many inches am I from my dreams.
How man centimeters am I from my parents.
I miss them, I miss being a kid.
I miss wishing I were one of you.
Now its too late... I cant be whatever I want to.
I should of enrolled in space camp.
We didn't have the money...
Did you go to space camp?
Sorry for being so intrusive, I was just curious.
Sometimes its hard to breath here...
I know, I am preaching to the choir..
But we don't need masks here like you do up there, yet we wear them.
Not to breath but to see, to see what its like to be in someone else's shoes.
I want to be in your boots.

Singed,
Previous me holding a Hi-C juice box.