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Dec 2013
I was asked how did I know my love was dead.
All i could simply conjure up, was that i was more in love with the memories in my head.
When you love the thoughts, more than him.
In that moment, I realized, my love for him was now a pseudonym.
Falling in love, is one of the most wonderful things one will experience, falling out is the exact opposite.
Escalus
Written by
Escalus  Thomaston, Georgia.
(Thomaston, Georgia.)   
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