despair.

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I didn't want your hand in mine again.
I never wanted your touch on me,
Why did this happen?
After so long, I was finally free.

Your smell that I once loved
is now something I absolutely hate,
but it lingered in the air
as I spun around in despair.

Crying in the bathroom afterwards,
hands trembling, shaking in my knees,
I wondered why things like this always happen to me.

And to think...
this was all caused by the one who keeps betraying me,
the one who pushed me,
the one whom I'll never be free of.

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