Story cover for This Is Where We Broke Up  by chronicpsyche
This Is Where We Broke Up
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Ongoing, First published Jun 10, 2016
β€’A Buzzfeed insipired story.

"Maybe you cared more than I thought..."

After our break-up, memories came flooding back, missing you comes in waves and sometimes I'm drowning. 

I wished I could take it all back, but I know. It will never be the same again.
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