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May 2015
What I never was able to tell you was how ridiculous our fights were, and how I never realized it until now. I didn't care for those things, I cared about you and only you. I couldn't bear to think of a future without you because I could barely remember the past I had lived without you, but now that I have to endure it, I can only think of the time when love was more than a feeling and death was something less visible, less clear.
Does this make sense?
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