And when I asked you how you’d been, I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before.
I know I'm not easy to understand. I know I keep a lot inside, and I know I'm not the easiest person to read, but that's okay cause' even though there's a lot about me you'll never know, there's a hell of a lot of me you can learn to love
May 4, 2011
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