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I often think about you and miss the hell out of you...all the good times...but I know your not well. I know you don't want to get well, and it cost us...US....Our time has come and gone...maybe I will run into you sometime, but even scared of that. I don't know what to say - you were so cruel. I know your not well.
But I am - and I had to move forward. I don't know why I think you will see this. You probably wont. I still miss you.
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