M. A little Pookie bird has been singing in my ear about you. I'm sorry that I can't send out any inspirational lines of bad poetry right now, because I'm not in the best of health. You know I'm not one to believe in empty platitudes, so I'll save you the bullshit. You know I love you, Princess, whatever that means for fucked-up people like us. If
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In the end, someone else told me I wouldn't ever see you again. I wish we had more time. I wish I hadn't come to live here, where people don't really connect. I wish I could have been the sort of friend you see nearly every day, who you invite to spend the night (to play computer games).
I just never was able to get enough of you. Now I never will.
If you're a ghost and you happen to be bored, please feel free to move in with me. You'd like it here.
This is stupid. You can't even see these words.
Nobody understood why I cried so much over you, I bet you would have done the same over me.
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