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Everyone has really bad breaks ups throughout their life. No one's perfect. My ex wasn't perfect and I know that I'm not either. This past summer, I was in a relationship that left me feeling used, hurt, lost, angry, and a bunch of negative emotions. But over time, I am learning to pick my back up and with the love and support of family and friends, I know that I'm not alone and that it's extremely important to cut out toxic people in your life.
If there's any grammar errors, I'll go back and fix them later as well as make cover art for this poem.
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