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Without Him by Stephanie Fee

This is it… this is the end

Why attempt to suppress my anguish

Without him, without the alluring fantasy of love

Of pure and genuine bliss

I am a blank canvas

Nothing can pull me from the precipice

There is no going back

Loving him has forever altered the essence of my being

Life without him is a fate worse than death

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