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They framed around his face perfectly, like two fuzzy twins craddling his cheeks. Extending up his temples into a sea of haphazard hair, the two painted a picture of the personality of a man who just didn't care.
Why did they take you?
Time took you; the old you, the one who laughed and smiled and cared deeply for me.
Time turned you into a replica of you who suddenly is indifferent to me.
Was I not good enough? Did I not change fast enough to meet those needs of yours?
You've wrecked me.