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I miss you.

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  1. AnonymousAugust 24, 2017 at 3:05 PM

    You may miss me, but you still write to him. - The only ten word story I could give you.

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  2. With love, ShaelyAugust 24, 2017 at 3:40 PM

    Why write to someone who doesn't care? Never loved your words or you? Why write for someone who only cared when it was about them? The words I have had for you are ones you never want to hear, so don't both pretending I haven't written when I have, they're just words you rather weren't for you.

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  3. AnonymousAugust 25, 2017 at 1:08 PM

    If everything you told me was true you wouldn't be writing to him. Regaurdless, if you think he cares more than I do, I really am a fool for loving you. And oh did I love you.

    After everything, Give me a call and I'll answer.

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    1. With love, ShaelyAugust 25, 2017 at 1:40 PM

      I never lied, and you have no right to speak about what happened. You took something that happened to me and used it to your advantage. You don't love me. People who love someone don't use them. You used me consistently and constantly. I was a fool for trusting you. So I guess love just makes us all fools doesn't it? Go back to your girlfriend and leave me alone. You've done enough damage.

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  4. AnonymousOctober 29, 2017 at 11:44 PM

    i miss you everyday but i feel like you don't notice. love the blog still.

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