sometimes i think about him
i know i shouldn't
i remember how angry he made me
how hurt i felt
how used i felt
but how i miss his arms around me
how i miss him letting me use his chest as a pillow
how he would gently kiss me when i looked up at him
how he was always so nice to my friends
and continues to be
how when he was drunk he made me laugh so hard
but
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