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“I clung to the memory of you like I needed air to breathe. Without knowing you existed, that we happened, it felt like life ceases to hold reason for me. You’re gone. And I might as well lie down next to your cold, wasting body. I was as good as dead. A kind of death that doesn’t stop killing you.”

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