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Memoir

There are things you never forget. 
The way things dwindled away. 
The last of the candle before total darkness. 
Coping and letting go becomes the norm. Well, again. 
Adjusting your vision to the last of the light. 
You hoped, again. 
You wanted, again. 
You just went all in for no reason.
What was the point of baring your soul, part of it, maybe just a bit, still your soul. 
Is there a lesson to be learned? 
You can smell the disappointment or something like the disappointment. 
This is the part where you can sense my anxiety and just handle it.
There are things you never forget. 
The way your last love trampled on everything. 
You never forget how the little things quickly became nothing and nothing left a hollowness where love once loved. 
There are things you never forget. 

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