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Thinking, picturing that one person you wish had never come into your life. That person who made some of my days so wonderful and made the sun shine brighter than a mirror reflecting a light, but then when they aren't there anymore I feel as cold as ice. Maybe if I wouldn't have ever met that person I wouldn't be  would still be me, or is it because I met that one special person that made me who I am. The disappointment in them, that made me so sick to my stomach. Why couldn't he just wake up and realize that things could change or at least try. It's hard to express in words how mixed up and angry I felt every time I thought of him or anyone brought up his name, but something inside of me still could not tell him how I felt. Every time I would try to my mouth could not form the words, my mouth felt dry, and like I had no vocal cords at all. I could not say a word, and wont ever say a word.