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there is this hole i can't seem to fill. you mean so much to me, but this clock ticks on.
and we are all drifting.
how is it that i can't write about you? i can't physically force it out of me, it just stirs in my head and clogs up my throat, waters my eyes and reddens my nose.
and i miss how life was, how we were inseparable. i miss our jokes and our laughs, our faces and our photos.
imissyou
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