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Apr 2013
The marks you left on me...
They run much deeper than anyone can see.
I hide them well, bury them deep.
I make them hidden, or so it seems.
So I look fine, and no one knows.
So deep down where no one goes.

I wash you away now.
Down, down the drain
And away you go.
I welcome the rain
Because now I am clean
And now I am free.



You left. You walked away. You urged me to do the same. As I released my crippled grip upon you, I watched you ease effortlessly into her arms. Despite what you said, you could not hide the truth from me. I watched it, cutting myself free only a little too late to keep me from this pain.

So, days, or months, or years from now when you see me... When you find yourself thinking of what a mistake you made to let me go... If I'm with someone new, with someone who fits me, and treats me, and loves me better than YOU...

Remember... Always remember, it was YOU that let me go. Pushed me away.

You let me go.

Always remember.
Becca
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