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Dec 2013
I drank more than I could handle,
and you didn't take care of me.
I drank so much I almost forgot how much I loved you,
until I saw your lips on hers.

One of my best friends,
well how's an eye for an eye?
I hope she was worth it,
your best friend is just as much of a *****.

I hope you watched the way I touched him,
and I hope you hated how she tasted.
I want to know you saw me sleeping in his bed
instead of yours.
I hope when you woke up and saw me curled up next to him,
you felt pain that pierced through your heart.

I have a thousand regrets,
and you will never be one of them-
But I hope it becomes what you are made of-
A thousand regrets.
I hope you both feel satisfied.
andrea hundt
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andrea hundt  Canada
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