He should have faded to a memory by now - just an harmless memory in the back of my mind that tickles me at times, but never hurts again. But instead, he owns my head like a never stopping hurricane. There's an echo of every word he ever spoke to me, of every moment we shared. It's destroying my mind, but soothing the wounds of a heart that wanted so desperately to find love, it went on a suicide mission.

I need to let go.

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