I remember meeting you, on that cloudy day of August, knowing you were gonna be the one. you eventually let me go. I remember a year later, seeing you on that foggy September day, seeing you with her. Every bone in my body ached. You teared me apart. Seeing how happy you are with her, how much you love her. Then I remember how you don’t care about me anymore, and I never will matter to you.
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