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Every time I close my eyes I think of you How you were once the peanut butter to my jelly, The apple to my eye, The elusive "One". But now? Now you're just a memory. A memory that hurts me every single day. I'll never forget you, just like you asked. I'll never forget how I gave you my all, And you used me. So in reality, you're more than a memory; You're a reality. The reality that is heartbreak. But, before I write you off, I want to know, Are you happy now?

I sure hope so.