Twenty Four

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He asked me why I let you treat me this way.

He asked me why I didn't ever say anything back.

He asked me why I hurt myself like that.

He asked me why I ever liked you.

I told him you were nice once.

I told him I thought it would pass.

I did think it would pass.

I still do.

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