I never forgot.
The only person i stopped caring about was myself for a change.
It fucked me inside but in the end it is the best thing for you
and the only thing that gives me the right to make these decisions is that i know me and us.
Grasping at straws is less than what you deserve.
I could only really be a scarecrow in the end.
So here you are, doing,
except for reading this,
exactly what i wanted.
Hating.
Moving on.
Searching for something more.
Not settling for a bad fit.
You hate me
but one day you will be happier than i could ever make you.
If hating me gets you there,
thats all i want.
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