I'm doomed to be in misery

A couple of weeks ago my exgirlfriend had her stomach pumped.

I accidentally served her some bad oysters and I got dumped.

I didn't know the food had gone bad, I was only trying to serve her a meal.

She wanted nothing else to do with me after she got ill.



I still say that dumping me was superficial of her.

If I live to be a hundred, I'll still love her.

If she truly loved me, she would've been able to forgive.

Now I'm doomed to be in misery for as long as I live.

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