you

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i confess,
i do not remember you fully.
i see fragments, here and there.
like broken shards of glass, glistening in the darkness.
occasionally, ill remember your smile,
or the way you made me feel so
perfect.
and then, sorrow will drown me.
because, that is
all you are.
a memory.

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