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Tuesday, December 4, 2007, 4:00 pm / A

Bitter

I miss the way your hair smells. I miss your laugh.

I miss the things you say. I miss the way you used anything but my name.

I miss your jealousy. I miss your voice.

..I don’t miss you. I fucking hate you.

I’d love to kill you. Both. And you. Twice over.

I’m…

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