Its good that I don't think about you anymore. I don't constantly yearn to talk to you, to hug you. I don't miss you. I think I'm done. You were a huge part of my life and you'll always be there somewhere at the back of my mind but I doubt I'm going to waste my tears on you. I doubt I'm going to cry over you. I want to say it was great knowing you but in truth it wasn't always great. Pretty sure I hated your guts a couple months before we stopped talking. Thank you. I learnt a lot about myself because of you and for that I am grateful. But I'm not going to waste any more of my time on you.
Bye.
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Poésiea plethora of miscellaneous ideas that popped into my head and refused to stay inside. from random proses to poetry to book reviews: this book has it all for your reading pleasure :)
