The Book Of Poems

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We've reached the climax.

I've lost you.

It's done.

Over.

Forever.

It was your choice.

I tried to fix it.

You didn't.

I found out what mattered.

And you weren't one.

Anymore.

I'm not upset anymore.

You lied about the truth.

To everyone.

I don't regret it.

goodbye.

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