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Whenever we talk, I remember how much of that intense need to murder you still lingers. How much pain your absent presence brings and how much I still love you. I miss your friendship yet the heart can’t take but a morsel. It wants all of you. All your faults, issues and quirks. Hearts can be so greedy sometimes. *rolls eyes*

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