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the meaning of life from a 9 year old kid.
I love this kid. What an intelligent dude. Hero.
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It’s getting a little hard.
I miss you. But like ive said before, its naïve to assume you miss me too. I’m just a little bit sad but have not got the time to be. It’s like being caught in an in between actually. Of wanting to feel yet not being able to. If that makes any sense at all? I wonder when it’ll stop.
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Do you miss me too? It only matters if its in the same way though. Not the pathetic little sister i care about you but dont love you anymore way, that doesnt count. But i guess its naïve to assume you do, because your actions never tallied with your words. We’ve had so many good memories together, but at the same time, when it was bad it was so bad. And it took me a long time to realise that, but i deserve better. And until you see that, there can exist nothing between the two of us. And one day, i’ll find him. And i’ll be happy. And you’ll just be a memory.
