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Dec 2012
Thank God we’re done,
It’s about time I’m free.
You always seemed to hold me back,
Now I can be me.

You changed everything about who you were,
And pretend like you didn’t want me,
But then I shrugged and laughed,
Because you’re so annoying.

I’m sorry,
I know I hurt you,
But that’s okay,
Because you hurt me too.

It doesn’t matter,
I can move on,
With a world of pretty people,
It doesn’t matter that you’re gone.

This one knows his movies,
This one is quite smart,
This one makes me laugh,
This one can make art,

You taught me not to be serious,
You taught me to have fun,
So why on earth does this mean,
That I should be limited to one?

But then I see you
                                with her,
And it’s nothing like I thought it would be.
I wanted to scoff and walk away,
But I remembered when it was me.

Why did I lie? Just know that I’m so sorry.
I know I hurt you, I hate myself for hurting you.
Now that we’re done I’m not sorry,
Because you hurt me too.
Brooklyn
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   unashamedlyashley and August
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