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Inseparable, she and I. Through thick and thin. But now she's happy with some one else. I can see her smile from over here, brighter than I Could ever make it. Alone, me and I. She won't even grant me a glance. From those bright brown eyes. Damn. Why do they Look so Perfect. To Ge Ther? There was never meant to be A space for me. Now I see. No space for me.
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