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I miss my baby, my jes, my jesus, my wife, my ultimate best friend, my top one, my other half, my twin. I miss my old life.
The second we separate we both start doing the things we we so against. You, smoking pot and me, drinking. Why? We controlled each others lives, I loved that. I needed you to keep me in line sometimes. I needed you to comfort me after I did something horrible. Maybe we can fix this.