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RECOVERING

The best i can do is forget and begin anew no continous moping belive or not i remember what you said me i spent nights cry praying that the pain would end quickly shred the pictures and the poems i wrote about us til flames are reduced to dust once in some awkward way i thought wow your here nothin but but a figment of ma imagination i wanted to make i work i wanted you to love me just as much as i loved you but i forgot one essential clue i cant make love with one because love is ment for two





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