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I cannot remember what it feels like to be me; but I know that I existed.

I was once a girl who carried an endless amount of love that overflowed out of her heart.

I cannot remember how or why you did it; only that you hurt me; really badly.

My smile was once a lighthouse to broken hearts, but since my grin has been pushing people away who doesn’t really deserve it.

I spent too much time allowing vultures to feed on the love that I had to offer.

I choose to let the memories be just what they are.

And I choose to appreciate the lesson.