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Sorry I'm not sorry

Neon lights burned bright outside the bar.

 

Standing in their glow, she smoked her last cigarette.

 

With each exhale, she let go of a dream she knew she would never achieve.

 

.....

 

Is this what you want to read?

I'm sorry that I won't write that way, just because you say it's better.

 

Go **** yourselves.

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