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May 2021
"my dear, i believe it's time to let you go.
         my dear, i believe it's best if we stopped talking.
  my dear, i'm sorry but i have to go.
        my dear, i don't think i'll be back."

and with that, he turned on his heel and walked away from her headstone,
and out the graveyard.

he had found a new love, and didn't need to visit her anymore.
so why did he have the feeling he'd be back the next day?
thank you for reading:)
Written by
jade  my head
(my head)   
97
     --- and not a prognosis
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