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Unfinished business
And sometimes I really miss you, us.
Sometimes I dream about you, us. And for a second I wish that things were different, that you kept your words and didn’t leave me.
But that’s history, I’ll always remember. But you’re gone. And I guess I’ll always miss you. xx
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