Will I miss you? You're nothing like I remembered. The only thing that makes me keep coming back to you is the fear of losing myself, losing my identity. For so many years I depended on you, you were my rock. What do you do when your rock has crumbled away? You look the same, sound the same, smell the same. But the words you say and the way ( Read more... )

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