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I meant every word I ever said. Some days I hate myself for it. I hate that she's still in my dreams. I hate that I can still imagine my arms around her and that I crave her affection, her touch, her voice saying my name..lighting me on fire. I miss being alive. She could do anything to me and I'd still want her and all she brings. All the chaos. All the pain. If only she loved me too
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