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twenty-three

Today is a day that used to mean something. On this day 7 years ago something special happened. It still means something, but now, it's just a sad memory. And what hurts more than anything else is that I know they don't care.

But it matters to me, whether I want it to or not.

I miss you. I miss what we used to be.

I know I just need to let it go. And someday, I know it will be just another day.

Not today, though.

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