It's a pre-farewell, not official.
I've decided that no matter what, you need to go. You said that you'll get mad if I stop talking to you, but I don't think you even know it's you. Haha, or you could care less. Doesn't matter anymore, my heart has stop hurting.
From here on out, everything it going to be stored away and forgotten, until there's nothing left. When it's a complete goodbye, you'll know.
Pre-goodbye.
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