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Sometimes I look at you and think,
what would we be if our "love" hadn't gone to waste.

No I don't miss you but dear god do I hate you, for you had caused my fall into the darkness.

It's been a year now and I'm happier with him but sometimes as you walk past I see a look of regret etched on your face.

Maybe you regret what you did to me but in all honesty I'm grateful you broke me.

If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be in his arms and I wouldn't be hearing his smooth voice again.

Now you're a faded memory and a lesson I've learned, you are nothing to me and yes there are times I wish we could go back to how things were.

I hope life treats you well but for now I'll bid you goodbye.

-jde

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