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abs May 2016
I used to ask myself
compulsivly if I had
moved on
and whether or not
any of this was worth
the pain and work

The answer,
I moved on when you
****** my friend.
nothing I did, you deserved
none of it was worth it
i drug myself through ****
only to have you,
determined to destroy,
ruin everything we ever were
in reply to my poem: can it still be love

— The End —