I want to make it hurt. And I want to make you wish every day for the rest of your life that you hadn't left me this way. I want to make you think back and remember all the good times. And everything you could have had. I want you to think about me happy. And laughing. With other boys. But how I haven't touched them. Like I did you. I want to see
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I respect you so much because you wrote what I couldn't put into words.
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