will you remember me in ten years or forget me in a day?
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We were separated. Like a broken heart, split into two. I thought I would never see him again. "Just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl." -Pink Floyd. I swear sitting around each day with a tub of ice cream and a box of tissues,listening to sad 70's folk rock; your eyes all red and swollen with a constant need to sob every second of the day, sucks. Watching pictures of him and his new girl appear everywhere breaks your heart. If I could say one last thing to him all would would ask is if he'd remember me in 10 years. Not even our memories, our love, no, just........ me.
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