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Jan 2016
I miss the old you so much, it hurts.

The one who cheated on me for a year, and broke my heart several times.
The old you that made me jealous every second of every waking moment
because at least the old you laughed, and smiled, and could look at me without being utterly depressed.

At least I was happy during the good times, but since our rekindling the good times haven't come back.

What does that say about the new us? What does that say about me? News flash, it's not good.
Just trying to get frustration out, and vent through any poetic means. So I won't even promote this one.
Ryan Cripps
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Ryan Cripps  30/M/NY
(30/M/NY)   
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