My heart has been damaged. My heart has been fixed. My heart has been taken care of. My heart has been stolen.
A big piece of my heart will never be the same since I lost my best friend. But I'm starting to realize that someone has finally taken a tiny piece of my heart. I think the piece is growing as well. And he has certainly helped me to heal the pain of my damaged heart.
I'm gonna miss you. A lot.
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