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results may vary when words pursue their quarry people turn wary simple is better even in Dear John letter feelings unfetter angry verbs go rogue no matter how softly spoke estrangements invoke lurking cold as ice gray emptiness can entice psyche pays the price assessing regret of what mind will not forget when we should reset memories take roles in filling self-image's holes hoping no one knows found in the leavings of human life's proceedings teller's true feelings one can only hope being's most ingested dope provides future scope