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Every day. It's been well over two years. Every single one of those days I've thought of you. How is that even possible? We were nothing to each other, but you've secretly been my everything. I can finally breathe again, which is nice. At first it felt impossible. Maybe another two years will bring more peace and less of your memory. I have an excuse to come see you again and it's rather hard not use it. I know I shouldn't.
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