It hasn't even been 12 hours and already I feel the shift. it's the return of the old ways. My melancholy over the dissolution of the best relationship i ever had has returned me to who I once was. I'm back to who I was before. I'm not wiser, I'm not bitter, nor angry. So long as she's happy, I wish her the best. I can't say I won't miss her. It
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