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i've said my final goodbye,
i wish you a farewell.

you were never the one, as much as i wanted you to be.

you never held my hand, or told me i was beautiful.
you never asked me what i was thinking.
you accepted "fine" as a answer.

i'm glad you weren't my true love

at least we can still thank god for small mercies.

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