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This is written my ex's perspective:
I kind of got really deep in drugs and burning myself and was so strung out and depressed that I couldn't remember who he was.
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One word
Eight letters
Consume my vocabulary
Pleading with you
A snapshot of the Notebook
I cry and scream...Remember
Please, just please
Tears run
My fears grow
But she goes unchanged
Looking at me
With such bewilderment
And with three words
She stabs my heart and my life ends
Who are you?
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