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May 2020
I don’t love you anymore,
I haven’t for years.

The pain’s gone,
Nothing’s left but a scar of my mistake,
Of yours.

I hold a photo of you and recognize no one;
Nothing.

The pain’s gone;
The love and hate,
The sorrow,
You’re nothing but a déjà vu now.
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