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any trace of you is burned into the back of my mind with the pen i used to write our love story
A.R. {all six hundred and thirty pages}
your ghost
still leaves kisses
on my cheek to
make sure
i never
forget you
a.r.
"I’m sorry that you were not truly loved and that made you cruel. I’m sorry that no one saw how guilty you felt and only saw your guilt. I’m sorry that no one saw the pain you’re in but only saw the pain you caused. I’m sorry that no one realized that you hated yourself more than anyone ever hated you. And I’m sorry that I could not help you."