the last letter.

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dear tay,

              i hope you're doing well. you know, wherever you are. mum says that i really shouldn't worry because you'll be back soon. i know she's lying. you told me yourself that you weren't coming back. i really miss you though, ya know. it's like, a part of me wishes that you were here with me but the other part of me knows that you being here means me getting hurt. i don't know which is worse, having you here hurting me or not having you here and hurting myself. i just miss you so much. i miss your lips and your touch and the words that would flow out of your mouth and into my ears like they were meant for me and no one else. i miss the way you would call us a mess, the ultimate destruction. i miss the way you would smile crookedly at me and stroke my cheek while you said i would be the end of you and you of me. and you were right. i was the end of you. and you are now the end of me.

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