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I miss the person I used to tell everything.
No matter how much we've changed or fought. No matter how many times we've gotten into the same argument. I'd have it on repeat for the rest of my life rather than not hear from you at all. But it's time and you're right. It's been over so long. It's time for every piece of it to be over. Even the friendship. Even if it hurts.
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