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I'm not good at writing poems, or songs. And you know that. You always have. So I'm writing a letter. Of some sort. But not really. Because it's not to you, or anyone. Because it's a mental one. I think. But not really, because it's being typed...so not really mental. but it's on the spot. So sort of. But I want you to know, you meant alot to me. For quite some while you were all I could think about. you were the ONLY thing on my mind. Because of that, I missed out on alot of things. I had alot of opporitunities, that maybe I should have taken, but I didn't. But I don't care. Because I had you. Obviously now, I have regrets. Or something like that. I don't want regrets. At all. I never did. But I have them. So I don't care. But I want you to know, that no matter how hard you think, you are not special. In a sense you are, because you were my everything, but now you're my nothing. I know I'm not a knotch in your bedpost, but you sure as hell are just another line in my song. That sounds cold, and no hearted. But it's the truth. Because this has happened quite a few times. Think of it as getting shot multiple times. You eventually get used to it, but do you think it hurts any less each time? No. It hurts just as much. And the longer the bullet sits in the barrel, toying with my mind, it's gonna hurt more and more. So I hope you know. You are my Everything, and my Nothing.