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I realise now,
while lost in the thorns, why the sickness has not dispersed. You betrayed me, not for one of my own, but for one of yours. What could be on offer, that fills you more than I? I cannot understand. The confusion haunts me, the pain, it kills me. You know my story, yet you still crush me with, lies, broken promises, thoughts of happiness, dreams of the future. Where are you now? Testing the limits, breaking my heart. Francesca
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