They asked to write about you. I closed my eyes, rolling back to the memories. I want to write that I'm happy without you. But, why do these tears fill the paper before the pen can?

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They asked to write about you. I closed my eyes, rolling back to the memories. I want to write that I'm happy without you. But, why do these tears fill the paper before the pen can?