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I used to trace your palms, and you gave me paper hearts, we created happiness we thought existed. Now I’m not so sure anymore. I am angry and disappointed in the future, now. I miss you. I miss you but I never talk to you. Sometimes I wonder what would happened if it didn’t happen, the remaining chances of what-could-have-been’s or just nothing.

When all of this makes sense, I hope you will understand.