Poem 70: Part 5

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Part 5

It's her.
The first person I ever truly loved.
A tear falls from her glossy blue eyes and she hugs me tightly without warning.
She still smells the same, and I still can't describe it.
My heart aches to see her sad, but I know she'll get through this.
She understands how I felt now, her breaking up with me. Her boyfriend was a whore, and she didn't deserve any of it.
I let go of her and smile.
I'll always hate how she hurt me--how she lied--but I can't hate her no matter how hard I try.
She wipes her face and puts back on her tough persona as I move onto the next person.

I prepare myself.
Here we go...

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