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The agony is killing me

Does he ever talk about me?

Does he ever think about me?

Does he ever dream about me?

Or has he forgotten about me already?

Does he cringe every-time he remembers me?

And what exactly does he remember?

Has he really forgotten me?

Or does he refuse to remember the time we spent together

In rehab?

And how we made all those promises?

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rebeca-ana-olvera
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Published
Sep 10, 2015
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