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Aug 2015
They say we remember what is written in blue most of all. I disagree, I have written countless things in blue and never seem to remember any of them. I do, however, remember every drop of black ink I ever put on paper that read your name. I remember every bold black letter I have typed in tears from each time you let me down. And now, as I type this, eyes free of tears but mind flooded with thoughts of you I know I’ll remember exactly how it felt to let go of my self-respect and admit to myself that I don’t want to lose you. I know the best thing for me would be to forget you, but I also know I will never be able to do that. How can I forget the one person who made me feel for the first time in ages? How can I forget the first person I cried for in ages? How can I forget the smile in your voice when I admitted you made me happy? How can I possibly ever forget the sound of your voice telling me you loved me? How will I ever forget the way it felt when my heart shattered into pieces when you admitted you didn’t want me anymore? Impossible. So why can’t I let you go? Why can’t I be as logical as I claim to be? Why can’t I get the thought of us out of my mind? Of what we could have been.
Yennifer Martinez
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Yennifer Martinez  FL
(FL)   
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   Hafsa, Juneau and Cecil Miller
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