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Jan 2016
sometimes I wonder if you miss me at all

if you miss the mind games we used to play off on one another

if you miss the long, late night conversations

if you miss how it felt to talk to somebody you're so connected with

sometimes I wonder if you know

that I am most definitely

still swinging

in Chernobyl
I miss you every single ******* day and I'm sorry that my life circumstances prevent us from being friends.
Disappear here
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