I couldn't do it anymore
And nor could he
I sobbed as I lay on the floor
My love left me.
I didn't think of the count of my sobs
Or even the freckles that dotted his face
All I could do was feel wrong
And realize that being alone was my fate
If I'd only dealt with my disorder earlier
Then maybe he wouldn't have seen me as a mistake
This needs to be gone, this problem I have
Although he broke me, he dusted off my insanity
I'll miss him terribly, those forty-three freckles of his
But at least he granted me clarity
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