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Dec 2016
Fin
I broke you
I knew I would do it one day
A quiet joke to myself,
Eventually, he'll see he shouldn't stay

You were blind
Now your vision is much less impaired
A large favor to yourself,
You have realized my games were not fair

We are done
I do not know why I cry
A toast to us,
We no longer must lie
Written by
Robin Erica  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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