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I have a piece of your heart still. One hand holding hers and the other in mine.
Three.
Two.
One.
Let go of the ghosts. The shadows that personifies your memories. They’re just make believe. Pretend. A childish, imbecilic dream. Peter Pan. Wendy.
Grow up. You’ll soon forget.
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