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I honestly should hate you for the emotional troubles and heartache...but for this last year I can't help but wonder of what happened to you. Are you dead? In prison? Did the alcohol do you in?
Such damage I live with; this whole town is full of memories with you and I drive by a few memorable spots daily....so it's torture.
I loved you....loved the way you got me, loved me, and made me while....and I love the son we have; he has your quirks....
But what I don't love is how I am missing you.
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