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9h
I never thought
I would forget her:
Her brown eyes,
Her curly hair,
Her warm hands,
And her voice.

A year of darkness led
To a realization:
I didnt have to hate her,
I just need to accept fateβ€”
That I won't ever have
What we used to have
I need to hate her part 2, because the realization was crazy
Mademoiselle Raconteuse
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Mademoiselle Raconteuse  17/F/Somewhere in the world
(17/F/Somewhere in the world)   
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   Sable Nocturne
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