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Jun 2020
You left me for Dead.
I was Dead, alone, broken, you just didn't care about me. You never cared about how I felt or how I might react. Before I did anything, I thought about you.
Our time was short, sweet, and beautiful. But everything that's good will definitely come to an end.
There's no denying that.
I will always remember you, you probably don't care or remember. The days without you were long and quiet.
The days with you were quick and self-destructing.
Gabriel Girault
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Gabriel Girault  19/M
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