No thank you, I don't want you and I am done being nice. You don't deserve my niceness anymore. I don't care about your crying, your drinking problem or the way you abuse drugs. I was patient for two years, I gave you more time than what you deserved. I let go of you and you need to let go of me. I'm sick of your calling, the texts you send and the way you now beg for me back. I have moved on, so fuck off and go away. The only way you will ever see me again is in your fucking dreams.
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PoetryHello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from the past and let go. The only way you can move on it is to forgive yourself and the people who have hurt your soul. I write for the damaged, t...
