i couldn't get it out of me.
its still there.
leeched on perhaps for eternity.
the memory.
the good.
the bad.
the ugly.
and no matter how deep this hell you have thrown me into, i still miss you.
i dont why the fuck.
don't ask me why.
i'm going crazy.
i miss you, booey.
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