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In Love With A Memory [REWRITTEN]
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Complete Sun, Apr 9, 20178m
"She loved you, you know?" Said the boy who once stood by the pale white brunette girl, whose blood now runs cold. "I'd never seen her so hung up on anyone before."
"She loved me?" He breathed. A hole in his chest forming without his knowing.
"Yes. And, frankly the saddest part is you led her on and broke her heart but you didn't know it."
"I didn't love her."
"And that's the worst part, cause you say you didn't but you never even got to know her."
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