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You don’t know how bad it hurts me when you say that I mean nothing to you.
A whole year was wasted on you and your selfish lies that I believed,
and now that I am trying to see past the hurt, I hope I’m hurting you too,
because I wont be here anymore.
If you come running back, it’ll be too late.
I promise you, I won’t waste another breath, or tear on your sorry sole.
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It makes me sad that kids these days will not know the fun we had pulling coupons out of the grocery store dispensers…
