I miss you. I really do. I still love you. I guess I have for a while, and am only now admitting it to myself. But I guess it's whatever, right? Even though I'm trying to move on. It's not really working, because I still love you. And the other night, when I was drunk, I had to pull everything inside me not to tell you. Because that's who I am. I'm
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