i used to think about you all the time. i'd wonder where you are, what you're doing, if you're getting into more trouble, if you're thinking of me too. i sorta hated myself for it so i stopped. you pop into my mind every now and then, i don't hate myself anymore. it just doesn't feel right having you there, so i push you towards the back of my head and pretend i never met you again.
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