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To his past,

I see you replay the worst scenes of his life over and over, trying to convince him that
he is less than good.

Listen to me, I will love him until you
become a memory faded
until your words are without sound and
empty to his ears.

I will love him until you no longer get the
best of him, until you are nothing to him.

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