I miss you so much it hurts me. I want to cry and complain and drunkenly hang all over some stranger to tell them that there was some person in my life that I valued more than most. That there is a person that makes me miss 10 plus 7 more than anything, purely because at that age I was a necesity to him, and him to me. I hate this ambiguous shit. I love you. Call me soon, please.
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