Forgetting You But Not The Time {DISCONTINUED}
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I didn't really think much about his reasonings. I was full of rage. So we ended our relationship. This happened 7 years ago. I thought I could and would forget him. But after all these years, I still haven't. Maybe it's because I don't want to forget him.
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