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Sep 2018
Grabbed my clothes, packed a bag, and threw away your empty promises.

In my haste, I left my dearest possession. The pieces of it, anyways. Whatever, you can keep it. There’s nothing in it that you haven’t already taken from me.

Don’t try to return it. You’ll never see me again.
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