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writing to you like this makes me feel like you’re still there. I feel you in my sleep and see you in everything I do. I have countless days where I think I see you around 3rd Ave but then I realize it’s impossible. Your looks haunt me. You are the most beautifully tragic thing that has ever happened to me and I thank the hands of fate that we know each other but I despise the cruelty of the world for keeping us apart

– late night spontaneous venting

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  1. I really can connect to these feelings, and this was written very beautifully, that last line for me is a sad reality for a lot of thoughts and habits. Thanks for venting. Food for thought.

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