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The Diary
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Painfully moving on.. Well, my fourth of July was pretty good. It really got my mind off things, until I saw everyone, even my parents holding each other when the fireworks went off. Only then I realized, I was alone. I tried so hard not to cry, but I still managed to squeeze out a few tears. I just stood there, with my hands in my pocket trying not to get myself to call him. I wanted to call him so damn bad. Just at the time, seeing the sky light up and not having someone to share that awe is hurtful. An at that moment, I wanted to call him. But I knew, if I did, it would piss him off even more and I can't lose him anymore than I have. An it makes me wonder if he thinks about me anymore or misses me in anyway. Of course, I'll never know it either. Cause he will never tell me or tell someone else how he really feels. He isn't good with words or showing how he feelings, so I have to go with what he gives out and he hopes I pick up what he dishes out. An right now, I get nothing. God, it's painful.
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