Rooting savagely through my wardrobe, I need a bag, a black woven bag with a gold chain, surely I've got one? Yes I have, I bought it this time last year in the Miss Selfridge sale. And yes, here it is, chain broken and weaving dismantled. How come it looked so pretty and presentable when I wore it every day back in Spring. A battered stick of Watermelon Chapstick falls out and the smell... well, here come the memories. Best friend, I told her everything, and I wonder if thats what she told me. But now I'm on my own, and I pass her every day, and she doesn't return my smiles. There's no longer a place for her in my heart. Wait, no, screw that, no one's coming in, I can't keep patching up the them-shaped holes they leave as the come and go, and my hearts not pretty while it's strapped in duct tape. 
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