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I think about how you finally mean nothing to me as I search and your name auto fills on my screen.

I don’t know what our last words were because I delete them immediately.

I don’t miss you but I miss how I felt when I thought of you.

I wish you were someone who could have known me and been proud. I wish you weren’t the monster I was scared I was lying about.

I hope you’re okay.

I hope you know what you’ve done to me.