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Dear _____,
I lie here at late at night, memories of you tumbling inside my head.
I think about the way we used to be, and the things we ______.
I can still taste your ________ on mine, and feel you ______ to me.
I wish I could escape to the _______, to these memories of you and me.
Nothing has ever felt so _______, and no one has ever made me feel so _______, and when I think of what has passed,
I keep wondering where we went wrong.
Maybe my _______ for you is in vain;
maybe our ___________ will never be the same.
But I'll keep waiting for the sun to shine,
for you to turn around and give us one more try.
Love,
________
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