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Jul 2014
I can't tell you how much I miss you.

I haven't heard your voice, or seen your face in months.
We went from talking everyday, to getting letters every few days.
I'm sitting next to the mailbox, waiting on a letter from you.
Your letters are so short but hold so much meaning.
You are my best friend.
I wish you were here with me.
Please come back to me soon.

                                                                              
Miss you a lot,
                                                                                      Jacob
I really miss my best friend - can you tell?
Drew Vincent
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Drew Vincent  23/Gender Fluid/Florida
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