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Well, it's late, and here I am, once again. I seem to always find myself sitting here late at night, with no one to talk to. I used to be able to sit up all night, talking with someone who cared. I miss that. I miss that a lot. I think about times past, and never know what to feel. I miss what I used to have, or at least though ti had. I mean, I ( Read more... )