i can't help but wonder what it'd be like if you didn't hate me? i stay up at night and remember all the good memories we had and i can't help but miss you. it's stupid of me. naive of me. to think that maybe if i messaged someone, you'd listen to me. you never listened to me. that's what pushed us this far. if i had communicated and if you'd listened, would we be in this childish back and forth bull? i don't know.
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