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July 15, 2013
Fifteen. The date today is

Fifteen. And two months ago,

Fifteen was her birthday. And seven years ago,

Fifteen was how old I was when she owned that number.

And as much as she owned that number, she owned me.

And as much as she owned me, I owned none of her at all.

And while I owned nothing of her at all, it felt great to lose it all.

But with all the loss, was I reborn?

I broke my heart and put it back.

I felt its cracks and listened to its beat.

A weary thump of deep defeat.