You held me. You used to hold me. I miss that. But then again, in a way, I don't miss it at all. You hurt me. A lot. There are some things I wish I could take back. But then again, in a way, I would never take them back for the world. I don't know what we had. I have no idea what it was. But it was real. Oh, it was definitely real. Whatever it was. I miss you.
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