I suppose with the passing of Valentine's day being two hours prior to writing this, I should write something about love, but it doesn't seem necessary. Not even one bit. Nonetheless, here it goes:
Sure, it will be hard seeing you day after day. It won't be nice having to talk to your friends and not ask about you. Eventually, life will go on, but I'm tired of waiting for something that is never going to happen. Goodbye.
Short and bittersweet. That's all I have for right now.
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