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That is it

I am done

Spending my time

Thinking of you



Just leave

Get out

Don’t want to see

You anymore



No doubt

Left inside

I don’t need this

Tearing me up



Ripped out

Torn up

The photos I had

Left with you in



Sit down

Think

What you did

To me and yourself



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