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Jul 2014
Not a day goes by where I don’t think of him. Where I don’t miss my best friend. And then the painful reality never ceases to make me feel even more empty: we are not friends. We are just two strangers with a whole lot of memories broken on both ends. And that’s all we’ll ever be.
Hannah Turner
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Hannah Turner  Texas
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