How will I know that you loved me?
How will I know that I loved you?
Will I remember how happy I was with you?
Can I forget?
My heart hurts.
My stomach twists.
My eyes burn.
Whiskey dulls the acute and pointed pain you so masterfully inflicted.
You didn't mean to.
You couldn't help it.
When did this happen?
How did this happen?
Why did this happen?
Can I forget?
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