He fell to the floor and tried to hold his sobs in. He placed a fist to his mouth as tears continuously streamed down his sad, porcelain face. He couldn't stop thinking about her. She was his life, his everything. She was gone now. She didn't want him. She left him. Now he's in a mess on the kitchen floor. He didn't mean for it to end like this. He didn't mean the things he said. He hopes she didn't mean the thing she had said either. He loved her; he loves her. It was all too perfect.
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*December2012
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