Thanks for Nothing

I'm writing with my heart on my sleeve. A minute ago I was tearing up your letters. I feel like I'm going insane. I have no one to talk to. No family. I'm alone living here in Italy all by myself, I want us to be together, but if you can't move here then what is the point? Your memories of us are driving me insane. I'm going to have to move on, I have no one to blame but myself. Thanks for nothing.

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