Looking back through everything, old journals and conversations and the like, its hard to see why I kept going back to him. It seems every other day I was miserable...and yet..I miss him. And everyone would kill me if they truly knew how much I miss him. I hate him. Right when I was about to need him the most, he left me. He was the one constant I
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