The Sad and Improbable Story of Mousey Connexion

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She was a poet.

I fell in love with Emily in high school. I dyed her blonde hair red for the first time and she showed me her poems. I gave her my heart and she hinted at the dark places in her soul. We tried to run away together but were arrested and I never saw her after that though I wrote to her for years and once she wrote me back. We made a plan to meet but she blew me off and the next thing I knew she was dead. I still dream about her sometimes, and yes, I realize how all that sounds.

Jess Smith 115 days ago

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