I feel so dirty, so unfaithful. There's someone new and all I can think about is dishonoring your memory. This one has little of your panache, but sometimes I'm lulled into contentment by the little joys -- if I can even enjoy it -- of knowing it all comes along with few of your flaws, all the agony you inflicted upon me. Maybe one day I'll be over
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