I'm sorry if I always go back to remembering you.
It's not that I want to.
It's not that I'm better at writing sad pieces---I am not fucking Adele.
I'm not selling my years old sad stories to generate any kind of benefit.
But I just really miss you, and I wish you could know that.
That every now and then, when I miss you, I write.
That every now and then, I tried to stop myself from writing any word about you.
But all of that is for naught.
All of that is for naught.
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