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I think of texting you, but there’s nothing to say. I play instrumental music that comes to me for my absence of words. Times tears roll down my cheek while I’m playing. I think of sending to you. But there’s nothing today, you choose a life without me, and that’s okay. I do miss you though, no one will compare. I know it was the mask that you wore, I wonder the mask you wear for others. But I loved you, all of you, even that. I just wanted to know if what was behind the mask that you feared showing. It seems as if you transferred all of your pain from not being chosen on to me. My god I miss you, I miss the fantasy, I miss the world and space you create. I wish you well. I wish I could tell you, I wish I could yell. Wish I could cry, wish I could believe the lie I once knew before.
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