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All of my anger,
turned to dust.
It’s faded away,
just like the memories.
All of my saddness,
gone,
nowhere to be found,
just like the missing pieces of what we used to be.
I try to remember,
I try to put the pieces back together,
but every time I get close,
you come back,
and you rip it all up again.

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