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tell me this is just a dream, 'cause i'm really not fine at all.
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dear luke,

I don't know how I've been able to deal with this for so long. it's been over a year luke, a year too long. could this just be a dream? am I in a coma or sleeping? luke, I just want your hugs, your kisses, i miss waking up next to you in the morning with you cuddle up against my side and then when I turn around you nuzzle my neck in which it tickles because your hair is flat from sleeping on it. I miss hearing your groggy morning voice when you would wake up and tell me good morning and that you love me. those were the moments that I lived for. you saved me luke, but now you're gone and I'm broken once again. remember when we hated each other luke? well it feels like it's that all over again but like we loved each other at one point but it was a lie and you really hated me. do you hate me luke? was our relationship a lie?

-m.c.

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