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It's been weeks since I've last seen you.
It's also been weeks since I lost my journal.
That's why I'm writing on a yellow legal pad, for a change.
It scares me, but it's not as if the person who found it would feel anything after they read it.
Would they even feel anything at all? Would they hate me? Would they laugh at how pathetic I am? Would they throw it away? Would they feel guilty? Would they cry like I do every time I remember you?
You, I wonder what you would feel if you read it?
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