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i was always told that time heals everything. and, up until now, i believed that to be true. but two years later, and i still sit up till four in the morning, crying over the boy who broke my heart.
my heart still drops every time i pass by that bench in the park, you know, the one where we had our first kiss. the color still drains from my face as i pass that little coffee shop on the corner, you know, the one where you asked me to be your girlfriend.
as the tears continuously fall from my eyes, i roll over in my bed for what feels like the millionth time, whispering, "maybe time wasn't meant to heal everything."
