I don't think I'm allowed to use the same person twice, so...
Dear A,
You said you'd get better. You promised me, remember, because we're friends? Or at least we were. Because when I went over to visit I couldn't even get in touch with you. You've moved on, because you're exactly that kind of a person. Ugh... I can't talk about this. You were my friend for a long time, though I guess time-wise it was only two years, I trusted you with everything. Now, I lost you. And I don't know... sometimes I miss you, like I miss everyone, but I guess I have to move on as well.
I can't talk about this. Honestly. It seems so final.
Still here,
Aimée
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