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I laughed.

Such a strange thing.

I used to think about this moment.

The moment I would be over you.

And here I am now.

And as I'm standing at the edge of letting our friendship go

I turn back and the memory of our favourite place haunts me

And with tears in my eyes, I take the last step

I'm falling into an abyss of pain but at least I know I can consider myself free

-falling free

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