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He smelled perfume of hers as he was standing by the doorframe. He heard footsteps go behind him. He went downstairs to tell her something. He knew that the footsteps were all in his head. He stops looking at the closed door remembering. I told her i loved her and she left me here. I told her she was the one and only to blame. She was the one who was hurting and he let it slip by. She told me that she was happy and i knew that was a lie, because of the lie she took her life.

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    Christopher over 2 years ago

    Whoa. These are really heavy, MJ. But good. Well done.

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    Drew Martyn over 2 years ago

    Oooh another writer who likes the dark side... great drabble again

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    Neville Hunt over 2 years ago

    Dark and deep.

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