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I do not know how to be anymore.

I haven't named this yet but it's a very short part of a longer story I've been working on.

I met him in the summer of last year. Maybe that doesn’t mean all that much to you, but that was an interesting time in my life. My best friend ..

You are my only regret.

I wrote this so long ago, I almost don't remember the person who wrote it.

Probably the only thing I've been proud of in a long time.

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