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I have been holding on for too long,
And I'm tired of looking like a fool,
It's not your fault,
And I'm not blaming you,
I'm simply writing this,
Because I'm sick of a lot of things,
And that include feeling something,
Whatever this is,
For you,

It has been far too long for this,
I am bidding my farewell.

-I'm happy for what is wasn't, and what it will never be.// I'm finally free of myself.

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