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Today didn't feel normal at all. Even after all this time I'm still confused. I've gotten in the habit of telling myself I never cross your mind, but I can never quite figure out the look on your face the rare moments our eyes meet. Is it pity? Empathy? Is it annoyance? Do you miss me?
I miss you. This is my only outlet. Throwing a needle in a haystack hoping you're looking and will see. Wishing you would take a chance on us. Wishing we could go back.
I love you. I miss you. I'm sorry.
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