Time to move on

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Prologue

I sat on the couch in our hotel room wishing I could leave. All I wanted was to go home to see her, even if it was only for a second.... All I want is to see her one last time. But of course that would never happen again.

I picked my phone up off of the floor where I had thrown it earlier when I came storming into my room. Everything reminds me of her.

"It's been two years now..."

No..... NO! Not that stupid song again. I silently cursed myself for even writing it in the first place. Of course no one knows what it REALLY means, but I do. And every time I have to perform it,

I feel like I'm reliving that night all over again.

No...I can't think about her anymore. I need to delete the texts, the pictures, EVERYTHING! But I just can't bring myself to do it.... Even after two years..... Two years of hell on earth.

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