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You’re gone. You’re just gone. I don’t even get the courtesy of a goodbye. I love you so much, but I cant handle you acting like I don’t exist. I would rather hurt on my own, than know everyday you might have thought about even having a conversation with me, and decided it wasn’t worth your time. One cannot really live off the occasional, “sweetie, baby girl, I miss you,” And not much else. The pandemic is hitting most of us hard, pretending I don’t exist because the borders closed isn’t the answer.

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