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Over It
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My Broken Heart My eyes still well up
not because I’m sad
that it is over,
but I’m mad that
it ever happened.
I never had you;
I sold my heart
to someone that
wasn’t in the
market to buy.
Oh the plans we
made for a future
together now
stripped away
from existence.
It will be long
before I can say
I am over it when
the rug was pulled
from underfoot.
