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I’m always thinking about you. When something good or something bad happens, when I see something beautiful or when I feel like shit. When I hear a song or when I smell a flower, I talk to you and I tell you my whole life as if you were here. It’s so hard sometimes and it hurts so bad that I can’t stop crying. And I start writing because I can’t tell anyone the way I feel. Every time someone asks me about the past I play my part because I don’t want them to see through. And when someone gets close enough to get a hint of what is concealed behind, it is so magical and so damn scary.

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