twenty six

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I finally got out

your knife

of my back;

I felt disappointed when you

told me it wasn't a lie;

Then, the pain fell over me

like a bucket of ice;

I felt fury because I couldn't deny

that I

still

loved

you;

I accepted that you

didn't love me

as much as I did;

I cried so many times,

I can't even count them with my hands;

The nights were the worst

but I understood,

that's when it all started to heal;

Months later,

I'm not in the same place:

I am finally overcoming you.

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