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i was the cover and you were my pages.
each page was filled with sweet statements and cheesy lines.
inside is a story that everyone envies.
then one day, those words were slowly erased.
replaced by poisonous remarks that heavily destroyed my spine.
pages were ripped one by one
until i was left with nothing
and i'm just nothing but a hollow cover.

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