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amanda
8 jan 1988
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title: i never left. i, cant.
date: Saturday, February 09, 2013


as much as i thought i could walk out of this. as much as i thought i could get over this. i just cant. i, simply, cant. this morning, it all seems so hard. i woke up to miss you so damn much. i walked on the streets at 630am only to really feel the coldness and loneliness. i missed the days when i spent such an hour with you by my side, on the grass patch or in the car. really, baby. how did we end up to this state? my heart hurts alot. so much till i cant describe with words anymore, but just tears. and they just wont stop. and i dont know how to make them stop. tomorrow marks 6th month. but sadly, i will be alone. i wished you knew how much i missed you.


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