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May 2014
I see the way you look at her, because you looked at me that way to.
I see how she makes you happy, i'm sorry i never did any of that for you.
She doesn't cause trouble, i'm sorry that i did.
She's strong, and i'm weaker.
I'm sorry i'm not as pretty.
I'm sorry i'm not as smart.
I'm sorry i don't make you happy.
I'm sorry i'm not what you wanted.
I'm sorry that now when you're with her, i don't feel.
I don't cry.
I'm stung by awe, but not  by fear and hate.
I've let you go.
Good bye
Written by
victorine b
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