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I hate that I miss you. I'm trying so hard not to think, wonder, wish about you. But I do. I can't stop. And I hate myself for that. I'm lonely. I miss our conversations, our friendship. I know it's over. And it has to be over. But my heart hurts and I wish everything was different. It feels unfair that we found each other and yet this is where we end.
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