I miss the gregpire, ever since the chordjack main invasion it has been so silent. I no longer wake up to the beautiful view of the gregpire, now it's just ruins and silence. I get up out of my bed and walk through the silent halls, devoid of heaven's greatest national anthem, II-L - SPUTNIK-3 [greg rocket] where I sit and eat a bowl of wheat flakes in silence, get ready for my dull workday, and make my way there in the sadness that is a gregpireless world. I sit in the same monotone office cubicle, bloodshot eyes, red from my constant crying over the loss of the gregpire and the dull dead expression from a life without which that I love. I go home, dull and without the will to eat or freshen up. I walk towards my room where the once gregpire-themed room of mine is now back to the dull and bleakness of yellow beige and white, as I sit in front of the only thing that is gregpire-themed left, my Shrine, I sit there and cry in prayer, hoping that one day it will come back to us, that the gregpire will come back to me. As I sit there and pray and cry into the night in the silence of my lonely home, I get up and go lay in bed, such a dull bed of a dark blue blanket and a pillow, I lay there and whisper one more silent prayer. A prayer of my beloved gregpire, please return to me my love" and drift into sleep as cry once. dream a dream where always hope to dream of a time I used to love but get nothing but nightmares now about my loss ofthe gregpire and my loss of love. How I miss those days of joy and love with the gregpire. How I miss the gregpire Twitch YouTube