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Jun 2016
If only you could see me now;
See how wrong you were.;
Maybe you'd realize you weren't always right.
I told you how I felt;
You said it was a phase.
I told you what I knew;
You said it was a lie.
Everything I said, you turned it to a contradiction.
And I hated it.
Every last second of it.
So you know what?
I'm glad you're gone.
It means that I no longer have to deal with your ****.
Charlie May Cullip
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