Dear Jane …
What do I say? Thank you for making me smile again? For always being there? Or maybe, thank you for loving me back to life …
Now, it seemed our final moments together might be spent in each other’s arms.
The pain and humiliation lingered and inspired angry, reckless thoughts.
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The pain and humiliation lingered and inspired angry, reckless thoughts.