I hate myself that I miss him. But I do. I miss talking to him. I miss his craziness. I miss that he could always make me laugh. I miss that no matter what he would hold me. I even miss his stupid face. I will never admit it to him, but I miss him. I miss the lie, because I believed it. I never knew because I believed it and I loved him. I guess
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