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I miss you always. Even when we don't talk. Even when you think I never give a shit. Even when you think I don't give a shit. I miss you then. I miss you all the time. Every day, you stick in my mind like glue, or a scar, or a wound you like to show off - your most prized possesion. I miss you now. I miss you always. But I how could you know that ?

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