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Considering I'm crying while writing this, I will not write how I have been.
You have caused so much for pain on me, I think about you every night.
I just wonder if you think about me sometimes. But no, you probably don't,
because she has changed you, the old you would've called, would've texted me.
Or even tried to make it better, just the smallest bit. You never have tried, never will.

So I sit here in my corner, wondering when it will end. When thinking about you will be history. I have tried to not think about you. But It never works, probably never will.







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