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Before I continue
You must know howmuchyoumeantome
I don’t talk because I hate you
But because I hate me for almost losing you
but Irony what a clever bitch she is
because only the most evil of women could turn my words of desperation
into words
of
closure.
I never meant to take it that far.
Lost control of my fingers as they furiously typed
Some deep seeded emotions
And now, apologies are merely weak attempts
To foil a tragedy