I don’t hate you…

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..but I can’t stand to think of you.

You’re a plague that sticks to my shoe like old gum ..

A hurt that won’t stop throbbing..

My mind is stuck on replay..

Every day…every night …you visit me in my dreams and tell me what we might’ve been if only…..

If only.


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