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Three years ago, to the day, he showed me that I was no one. That’s what hurts the most, because he wasn’t just anyone; he was everything to me. He was every smile that curved my lips, every laugh that rattled my chest, every dream that didn’t end in tears. Everything meant nothing when compared to him. But to him, I was nothing.
Skin of a Sinner
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