Dear Ex-Boyfriend,
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I wrote him a letter.
I wrote him a letter, again.
This went on and on and it became an addiction,
a hobby.
I wrote to him about how amazing he is.
I wrote to him how much of a bastard he is.
But I love him either way.
Am I bipolar? Or is it really just...like that?
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