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Oct 2011
I am not
myself, tonight.
I've just had
a conversation with you
that I won't remember,
not tomorrow, anyways

please forgive me,
I've been slowly extracting
myself from your life.

You don't need me, you see
and I'm tired
of waiting for you
to toss me away

maybe I said goodbye,
and maybe I told you "I hate you"
or "I love you"

but I won't remember,
not tomorrow.
2nd draft
Orange Zest
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