Two months or so? Thats what it has been so far. Two years, and for what? Gone without a trace, no words, no hints, no arguments, no satisfaction, just gone. Why do I feel so shitty about this? Why can't I just get over it, and move on? Because if I could do that it would be too fucking easy, and life for me, couldn't be too fucking easy, or least
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