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[dizmal_princess]

I hate that we don't talk anymore.

I know you're busy.

Don't say you're sorry.

Its not your fault.

But we aren't talking.

There are not words.

I miss you.

I guess that I should.

You're farther away than I can even imagine.

& you won't be home until Christmas.

I hate that song. "I'll Be Home for Christmas."

'cause they always tell us what it means.

& I cannot bear to hear that again.