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Poem #210

Everyone says in the end that they
wish they could take their love back.
I don’t.
It’s contaminated, it’s corrupted.
Keep it, you need it more than I do
since you don’t love yourself enough.
That’s probably the reason why you’re
capable of hurting people without
blinking an eye.

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