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I remember watching the stars with you, your big brown eyes filled with life. I can still smell you. A smell so sweet; apples. I still remember when you looked me in the eye, a said three small words, but still; such great words. Words I cannot forget, they will burn in my mind for an eternity, Over and over I hear them, again and again you whisper those small words: "I’m leaving you." Oktober 2012 | ||||||||||||||
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