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It’s stupid really. The last thing you said to me was hurtful, when you know my past and know the traumas I’ve been through. I still think about you when every love song comes on, I still secretly hope I’m going to run in to you somewhere. I hate that it turned toxic because that spark we had was probably a once in a lifetime opportunity. I miss being in your jacket. I miss rubbing my face on your face. And I’m an idiot for that. You’ll never see this but I guess I had to make that chance get out.
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