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Two years later
A girl sits in front of her ex lover.

He doesn’t say a word
And her heart doesn’t ache for him anymore.

Her hair is longer than it’s ever been.
She is even more beautiful than the day he left her.

And at that moment,
He panics.
He lost her.

And he can never have her back.
He can just watch her be beautiful
And in love
With someone else.

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