Goodbye Letter

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My Broken Heart

To you this is not a big deal. I'm number 50 or something. Who knows. You lost count I'm sure. But to me, you're number 2. Worse than that, at least the other guy really did care for me. You don't. I don't mean anything to you. And that's fine. I don't expect you to cara about me nor did you force me into anything. I knew what I was getting into. I was asking to get my heart broken and I have to take responsibility for my actions.

But I know we can't do this anymore. We can't even be friends. This is not working. I can't cry over you anymore.

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