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Jun 2014
I promise you I learned every detail.
I studied every inch of you.
To the point where I can't erase you.
My journals.
My mind.
Everything is full of you.

And now you're gone.

And I don't know anything now..
Because you were all I thought I needed to know.
And without you I'm a mess.
And everything up until this point has been insignificant.
I'm not sure how to be me anymore....
I got too used to being us.....
Ruthie
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Ruthie  Dublin, Ireland
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