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These past two semesters are none like any other because, in a nightmarish way, I'm always reminded of you.

Inside me every Tuesday night I'm torn asunder when that imitation of you walks in my view and into his seat.

He appears so similar to you head to foot, from height to weight.



So every time this imitation looks at me I feel ashamed of never saying sorry.

When we exchange a few words by chance I wish he never did.

He pierces my heart by resembling you.

Please I don't like to be reminded anymore.

I don't want these regretful feelings to return.

My heart bled enough already.

It suffered too much.

The memory of you I can no longer bear.



All I ever wanted was to forget you but even that's impossible because when we're far away and out of each other's minds the memory of you comes back to haunt me.

This imitation each Tuesday night is a ghostly figure of you.