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L She leaves. I hear the door slam as I am left alone again. Alone with nothing but my own pathetic mind. But why do I always have to feel this way? Why can't it be her? I can't keep blaming myself like this; it's not my damn fault! But what if it is just me and my mind?          I look around the room; behind the overthrown chair I can see a smashed picture of her. I cradle it in my arms and weep. We haven't argued like this before. She's never left me like this. All my thoughts swirling around and around and around and around! At the beginning it was perfect, her laughter still echoes in my head. She makes me the happiest creature alive,