Memories

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Some days are tougher than others

Today is one of them

Our memories keep hunting me, reminding me, taunting me.

That I'll never be enough.

I have begun to fall apart because you damaged me beyond repair.

Now you're gone and the memories keep coming.

Did you really love me?

Or was I just one of the games?

Talk to me!

Don't stop now.

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