Wow. She is actually gone. Everything reminds me of her. From seeing her old friends to just seeing their old lunch spot. Nothing makes me forget anymore. The pain is always there. And it is so hard to hide it, but I do. I know I will eventually forget her face, her voice, the way her eyes light up when she smiles. But I will never forget how she made me feel like I belonged. I would do anything for her. I would change myself completely, even kill myself if she asked. I just wish I hadn't wasted my time that I had with her. If I had one wish, it would be for all my time to be spent with her. But she doesn't care about me the way I care about her.

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Poems about her
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