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Aug 25
Day after day I couldn’t stop thinking about him,
It’s incredible how time starts to slip away,
And the pain finally went away but the memories stayed,
But it’s barely faint…it’s barely there, that is of his face, I barely don’t care.
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Bridgette  28/F
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