Finding Her .25

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I tried, and searched all those places that we used to go.
And all the places she liked.

When I knocked on her door there was no answer. I sat in the car and fell asleep.

I had the same repeating dream.
All I could see was her, with the hurt, the pain, all over her face. It was the scene in motion.

But then I seen her. Happy, and with someone else.

But then I saw this brief flash of an address. I jump out of my sleep and googled it. It was a address in Kentucky.

It was only 9 miles away so I started my car and drove there.

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