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Dec 2015
I miss you.
I never told you what you meant to me.
I couldn't.
But I should have.
I miss you.
We used to go on coffee dates.
But then again, I hated coffee.
I miss you.
I shouldn't have done what I did.
But then again, I did.
I miss you.
And it kills me.
callie
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callie  19/F
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