I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm

I miss you always.
Even when we don't talk.
Even when I think you don't give a shit, never did.
Even when you're the asshole i wanted you to be, the asshole you told me you would be.

I miss you then.
I miss you all the time.
Every day, you stick in my mind like glue, or a scar, or a wound you like to show off.

I miss you now.
I miss you always.

But how could you know that?


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