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A broken love story I had the feeling someone was watching me. I was going down at the graveyard. I’ve had the feeling of something like a shadow watched me. It was the feeling that you see something out of the corner of your eye and then when you turn around, there's nothing. It could also just be my own shadow, but here in the darkness do you not have a shadow. His grave was easy to spot. There were flowers everywhere and the new moon cast a mysterious glow on the grave. I sat down on a small bench
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