Maybe, you don't care.
Maybe, you won't care.
Maybe, I need to stop dwelling.
I do.
I do need to stop dwelling.
Okay..
I will no longer dwell.
I'm done with you.
I'm moving on.
Even though, deep down inside, I'll always care just a little, I must try my best not to.
Farewell.
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Constellations Of The Mind
PoesíaThoughts pulled at random from the jumble of mischief I claim to be my mind.