stage 3.

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stage 3.
it won't hurt to see you anymore,
i won't let it.
because you will never feel,
the same pain i do.
so now, i will be angry.
angry that we just let something so beautiful go.
angry that you will never miss me,
like i do you.
so next time i see you,
i hope my glare pierces that mind
of yours.
-o.r

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