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I miss you. ;
A poem I wrote, not about someone, but about the person I never got to meet.
I miss you.
I'm sorry I never got the man you envisioned me to be.
I miss you.
I'm sorry I made everyone go away.
I miss you.
I hope you know I miss you a little extra when I look back at text between exes and old friends and wonder what made me the messed up do*che I am today.
I miss you.
And I hope that one day I heal enough to confront and knock on the house you hide in.