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Hey,
Asshole.

I can't think of anything else to do other than write about my unspoken feelings and the ways you broke me.

And after everything you've done to me.
I still can't stop myself from thinking about you. Hoping that you are okay. Praying.

  I've got all of those unanswered questions on the tip of my tongue, ready to spill out.

  Why did things turn out so badly? When everything was going just fine.
                                   Or maybe it was "just fine".

Maybe for you it was a disaster.

But I'll never know. And that is just sad.

But I love you.

I'll always love you.

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