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Her mind is blank just like her heart, always wondering where to start. Never knows which way to go, but always knows what feels like home. The sky rains on here but she smiles through the rain knowing it will help the pain. The pain left in her heart when he left tearing it apart taking his piece away.

My name is Cynthia, and i will remember you.

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