#0118. She did not believe in you. She clung because of her own fears and discomforts. And when those days had passed and you were the brick or millstone, she untied you and she left you to drown. You could find her in the reaches of your memories. She still lives there. Her smell and her eyes and her laugh. She never cared. She was so much better of without you.
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