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I wasn’t a perfect friend and neither were you but I loved you and and I love you still. I think about you a lot. Friday night you were in my dream, you dyed your hair bright green, you wore this witchy black gown and asked me to have coffee. I think I remember the dream mostly because we laughed a lot. When I woke up I could still hear the little echo of your laugh.
And no matter what happened between us I do understand why you did everything you did. It breaks my heart how much I understand.
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