#44-ADOPTED

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WHEN SHE WAS SILENT, I ALWAYS KNEW SOMETHING WAS WRONG. I WOULD FIGURE IT OUT. YEARS LATER, I DIDN’T CARE. I USED TO WRITE LONG, BEAUTIFUL CARDS TO HER; THE LAST CARD, ENDED IN A FEW SENTENCES THAT HAD INK SMEARS EVERYWHERE BECAUSE I RUSHED IT. I KNEW WHAT MADE HER WEAK AND I WOULD ALWAYS TRY TO CATCH HER. NOW, I WATCHED HER FALL. I DEVIATED WHEN I WAS SUPPOSED TO LOVE HER; SHE WAS MINE TO LOSE. I ALWAYS THOUGHT IT WAS HER, BUT NOW I SEE, IT WAS ME.

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