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I'm not mad, I'm hurt. There's a difference. I hope he could see that. I hope everyone could see that. I could only vision him in the old songs we used to share with each other. That hurt. How fast change could be approached. And how fast I could be replaced. It would be a dream come true if he came to his senses. For how much I love him of course. Even though he broke down the walls of my aching heart, he repaired those walls also. It was something no other has done before. I love him.

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