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to live with myself for hurting such a kind soul all those years ago is punishment akin to death. I was so stupid, full of myself. I had no idea what I wanted, I didn’t care about how special of a person you truly are. I left town to escape the hell I’ve put you through. I thought the time would help me heal but driving through our old neighborhood is just a stark reminder of the reality that I’ve attempted to forget. I’ll always sort of love you, one that got away.
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