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you came to see me today.

you asked if i wrote you any messages.

i shook my head and handed it to you.

you read them all you.

you shook your head.

you asked if i lied to you, when i said i was getting better.

i shook my head no.

you asked why was i sending you dead messages on the old us.

things i was there for.

they were all our memories we made.

i didn't understand.

i looked to the wall straight ahead from my bed.

seeing a smiling picture of us in a city street smiling.

it was beautiful, and it me made remember how we ended

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