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I remember when I said it has you in it. It doesn't anymore.

I remember when I said it has you in it.
It doesn't anymore.
I'm trying to move on.
is that ok?

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The Quiet*

posted December 17, 2022 at 4:24pm UTC tagged with friendship, advice, story, status, quote

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Writing a new story it still has you in it i miss you.
It's scary to see how much has changed and also nothing has changed. if you told me this year I'd lose my comfort job if you told me this year I'd lose my best friend if you told me this year I'd lose myself I wouldn't believe you. I don't know where to go from here.

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