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And when they ask you about me and you find yourself thinking back on our memories, 

I hope you ache in regret as the truth hits you like a bullet and you find yourself replying: He loved me more than I can handle and I destroyed him
And when they ask you about me and you find yourself thinking back on our memories, I hope you ache in regret as the truth hits you like a bullet and you find yourself replying: He loved me more than I can handle and I destroyed him
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