I want to write something nice for you ..but it wouldn't really be for you...because you're gone ...so really its for me...because I'm still here and my life is without another friend that I love intensly now. I'm looking at the end of my bed and thinking you should be there. I hate myself for all the little habits that didn't disappear as
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