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I dread seeing the face of someone I used to care for I fear that all the happiness will flood back, and then turn into deep longing that can't be shaken for days Weeks, maybe But I did see his face, and I felt nothing Except deep loathing because I realized the person in front of me was not the same person I used to care for, that supposedly cared for me
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Cael Adams

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