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You ripped me apart,
piece by piece,
calling me names,
saying stuff that I did,
when I didn’t do a thing.
You aimed your insults
at me like darts,
how I wanted you to cease.

   Everyday was the same,
and everyday,
I went behind an imaginary curtain
and hid.
Until the next day,
when everything was okay,
and you told me,
“I was just kidding.”   

I grew up from the past,
I’m sure you haven’t,
who knows?
But one thing is for sure,
I never want to see you again.


Of course, it is fate,
for us to somehow meet again.
Who can stop what is
already supposed to happen?

The reasons why things happen,
why people meet,
why people meet again,
are in the end,
good or bad.



I don’t know what I’ll do
when I see you.
I’m pretty sure I won’t talk to you
at all
and just simply walk away.



The “Forget” in “Forgive and Forget”
is like a puzzle to me.
How can I forget the memories
that are still so “fresh”
in my mind,
as if everything you did
happened yesterday.


Life goes on,
and there is certainly no need
to waste my life
thinking of you.




 

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