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I keep finding people like you all the time bu tthey aren't you, and you're not them, either. It is like the pieces of you still haunt me every day and wherever I go, whoever I meet; I find those pieces of you. I feel like a loser writing all of these, I can't fvckn get you out of my head. 

Whatever you're doing to me, please stop. It feels like my heart's being stabbed with the sharpest knife several times, and that sharpest knife is your so-called "love". I don't want to miss you anymore. I want to move on. I regret everything and I am sorry for being your mistake.