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Your presence brings nothing good to me. I never miss you.
I wish you could step out of my life. Move somewhere, we could lose each other addresses and phone numbers.
Never to hear from you again. To think of you maybe once per year, at night as I fall asleep and think about random things. To not care, really, not want to know where you are right now. To answer "I don't know" when people ask about you for some reason, it all sounds good.
I really don't care.

I think I might be back.
I don't promise a long stay, though.