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i swiped my hand across the new coffee table, knocking off a potted plant.

a sunflower.

tears streamed down my face.

"shes mine" i sobbed, cupping my face in my hands.

i picked up my phone and threw it across the room, trying to erase any memory of you.

there was nothing i could do.

"shes mine" i quietly cried, sitting my back to the wall.

//natalie

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