i didn't get to really hate you;
not even mad at you at all.
the fault was no one's that you couldn't
just call me your beloved girl.
i was so lucky to have met you,
i'm happy now that you are gone.
no longer yearning for attention,
no more belonging to no one.
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 4:59 AM UTC
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