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I miss you. | A Dissolute Life Means...
I miss all of you. This life I once had. Me, Hy, you, all of you. Deep, lacerating pain singes along the pathways to the pads of my fingertips and painted toes like lit gunpowder. The crevice where my hot blooded heart was now gapes empty and yawning. This summer has grasped me by the …