Shattered

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So he just really doesn’t care. He just really doesn’t know how to recognize. K.

TBH, I thought I’m over him already. But she brings it up again, and I remember. I remember his perfection in all my imperfections. I remember him. And he doesn’t even know me. Ha. Who am I kidding?

Forget it.

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