I miss him.
He used to mean the whole world to me.
He used to be my best friend.
He used to make me cry everyday.
He used to talk me about his girlfriend, not knowing that he was slowly killing me with every single word.
He is my reason of depression.
He is my reason of being scared whenever I fell in love.
He is my reason of living life like I was in hell.
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