Well, she left me.
She had brown hair.
She was nice.
She left me.
Is it still 100 words if I repeat the same ones over and over again?
She left me.
She left me.
She left me.
Do those words count?
Sometimes I think my mind is trying to trick me. Trying to make me see her when she’s not there. So I see her in ocean water, in cotton candy, in soda cans...
She made me soup when I was sick.
She’s the only girl I ever met who loved baseball more than me.
And she left me.
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