Dear Love
Even if you don't give a shit. Even if I mean nothing to you at all. I don't care. You moved on, in many ways I guess sometimes so have I. The pain i felt from you have long healed. Although with every scar comes a story. I'm proud of all of them. Some minor, some more harsh. They've made me a person for them existing. And no matter how you feel about it, we may not speak or even see each other, I know that I still to this day miss the hell outta you. I hope your life is making you smile, kinda like mine does at times.
Love
-Hazey
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