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Crumpled Page


White. Just write. On the blank pages. Your life. A story not yet written in stone. They make erasers for a reason. But you wrote in pen. Forget him. While you're begging for him, you're forgetting yourself. Dry your tears. This will pass through and so will he. Just another memory.

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