My spirit is free, she is who she wishes to be and I will never fucking apologize for her again
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There is irony in your sad eyes Empty promises leave your mouth drooling with sideways truths The one you tore your heart out for would never sew it shut Still, you sit in regretful self pity with a mask over your face, mourning a loss that was always sure to come Ripping your flower from her neglected soil, destroying the foundation from the roots of the one you once loved Blind to the true pain you have caused, with not a glimmer of empathy
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