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today 3:56 pm

Hey buck, so I stopped sending messages and voicemails to your phone.

God, I'm gonna regret that.

I still pay your phone bill to just listen to your voicemail. Your voice.

I miss you so fucking much.

Yes, I somewhat swear now.

It's been almost two months since you died.

I'm slowly dying.
Starting from the inside of course.

The pain is eating me alive buck, I don't know what to do anymore.

I want you here with me.

I love you James.
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