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every part of me is every part of him.
I'm copying him,
but I don't think he minds.
it's as if
he smiles, I smile
he hurts, I hurt
he cries, I cry
he laughs, I laugh
and I did all of these things
until he left me,
but not anymore.
when he left,
he took me too.
-a.f

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