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Apr 2021
I miss it all.
The hellos the goodbyes.
I miss
Him saying I will never leave you that turned into please don’t call me again.
I miss hearing his voice.
I wish this was a nightmare that I could wake up from.
I miss him.
Written by
Blake  24/FTM
(24/FTM)   
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     Autumn, Luz and Imran Islam
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