Goodbye.
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Poetry
Why am I writing this? Why do you need to know my side when obviously yours is right? I believe we are both guilty of that, thinking we are right. Wait, maybe we are both at fault. I miss you, but should I? Should I miss the person that tore me apart? Oh wait, I remember, "screw him" right? Maybe I shouldn't apologize. Will it only make you think less of me? I guess I think I need to. After all it was my only will to make you happy. Are you happy? Please say you're happy.
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