sometimes i find myself thinking about you..idk why, guess i miss what we had.
you were like my best friend, in a way. i could tell you anything..sometimes i find
myself missing you. but, i know you'll never feel the same way. and since you'll never
ever come and see this i guess its ok to say this...ISTILLLOVEYOU.
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