It hurts, knowing she's gone.

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I want it to be her but
somewhere, somehow
I know—it can't be—it's
not her. Two anonymous
comments in two days,
it doesn't mean anything;
besides, she doesn't talk
like that. But what would
I know about the way she
talks. She doesn't talk
to me.

But it's probably not her anyway.

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a/n: Mmm… heartache.
Two anonymous reviews…
two poems…
god…
I miss her.
But it's probably not her.
It can't be her…