i don't know how much longer
i can do this. i don't know if i can just be your friend. i don't know what to do. i mean i love being friends w/you but it's getting harder and harder. not to say something, 5 nights in
a week. 4 nights in a row.

and i used to miss you so much, but it never seemed like you missed me, i guess because of that i stopped missing you. it was like i was grasping at your shell, and getting back nothing in return.

don't waste your fiction tears on me, just save them for someone in need. It's alright, it's OK, I'm so much better without you. I won't be sorry.

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please hv the basic courtesy to keep this part intact.

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