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Oct 2020
The idea I had in my head,
The idea that we were meant to be or at least I thought, the idea that I seen you in my future but you seen someone else in yours.
You married her and now you have a family. Often I can’t help but to feel that should’ve been me but I sit here feeling sorry for myself wondering when will I get my happy ending, the happy ending of healing and moving on.
Andrea Stinchcomb
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