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My Girl,
How I miss you so. What I would give to kiss your lips or feel the soft curve of your body. How I wish the warmth I got in life came from you and not a glass bottle.
My girl, my love, my everything I am sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen to you. I wish it was I that was dead. I promise never to love another. One day will be together again.
Your Boy,
Haymitch