Moving on

Heartache can not come to soon, and for you I wish it eternally

For all the bitter things you said in passing, and did so intentionally

Better days are coming for me, but yours have just run dry

When I think of all the things you did, and realize why

It's a pity really, that it was all to boost yourself worth

Cause in the end my love, you're the one who hurts

The End

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