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Feb 2019
He
I know it isn’t my place
To say anything else,
But seeing your shameful eyes
Reminded me of how much
I mourn you.

I shouldn’t say much,
Over those “at least”s,
Those “he didn’t”s,
Or “you’re lucky that”s,
Every “he wouldn’t”s
And “he couldn’t”s,
And always those, “to you”s.


At least
He didn’t;
You’re lucky that
He wouldn’t,
He couldn’t,
To you.
I'm so lucky he didn't treat me as bad as everyone else, lest I forget it, says the chorus.
CautiousRain
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CautiousRain  26/F/USA
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