I miss my friend my other half my sunshine. I don't need you I want you. I can live with out you broken and torn in two but it hurts. Please come home. No one will love you the way I do. I can only assume you have moved on of your staying away because smoking is more important maybe you don't love me any more but if that's the case say so so I can get over you. Cause right now it's like living with a hole in my chest that won't stop bleeding.
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