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lose a friend ... and it's like if you lose a part of you

whenever I'm so thank myself for having created this blog four years ago, probably because the only so I have to pull out all the pain I have inside, is throwing down two lines and try to feel a bit 'better.
We did not even at one year and already I feel I lost, are now 15 days that you do not have news, I do not know how you are, what you do, what you think and not a day goes by where I do not think about you. And to think I gave too annoyed by the idea that people thought we were engaged even though we thank God for letting me know a friend like you, as a few, a unique bond incredibly strong after only a month, a bond that is broken, suddenly, like an ice shower early in the morning without a reason, without a logical explanation, without good reason.
You said you want to be left alone when you're sick, and I as usual I did my own thing, not caring about what you want, but only because the idea of \u200b\u200bnot having you near me seemed impossible, and instead of a little 'time is so ... and it is slowly destroying me ...
even now, I write these words, even caring about spelling, I am coming down the tears from your eyes, because I miss you morire.ho need you, I need to know how are you, I need to tell you how I am, and as time goes on more and I feel bad.
I'm afraid to meet you around because they do not know how I would react, knowing now I want to beat you with rage, shouting in my face because I'm damn bad without my friend, and I hope with all of myself to still have these feelings in the day when you rincontrerò, because if I had myself indifferent, then it would be the end of everything.
I miss that car ever go into too much scent, I miss that fucking ridiculous how you have to dress, I miss our laughs in late evenings, and our confidence and our singing loudly in the car, do I miss the idiot with you ... I miss Fifi!
do not know if you read this post, I hope you understand ... so you're losing someone who wants a good soul, that you could throw into the fire for you, that you never would have left a 'friend who was always there for you!
not I be angry with you, I can not hate you, but I can not even lift the damn phone and call you, why are so angry now that you deal only wrong, but when the only thing I need now is just look into your eyes.
where the hell are you ... damn you ... I'm sucks.