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I'm a fuck up.  It's who I am, it's what I do.  All I ever wanted was to not be that person, and I truly believed being transparent with you was a great start.  I trusted you with me.  I was so sure and free (believe me), I thought I could fly again.  I was eight again, and you were my non judgmental friend.  Today was my best friend's birthday.  He's gone - no matter how many times I look up to the sky to talk to him, no matter how I look around for a replacement, he's gone and I'm still here - alone.