i don't remember the last time i spoke to you or thought about what i might say if i did have the chance to hear your voice again, i don't remember the last time i read one of your letters, or the last time i looked at a photo taken of us, when we were together, when we were happy. even if no one else is, even if i'm the only person in the world, i'm proud of myself. even if everyone else thinks it's no big deal, in my mind; letting you go, moving on and getting over you, is a big deal and i am proud of myself.
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