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I always had thought that you were the one

But then you went and met those two

The three of you together, you left me in the dust

Four years

Nearly five, now that I think about it

You left to join the six

I guess now there are seven “popular” kids

After however long, eight days, eight months, eight years

Don’t come crying back to me, because you lied to me for nine

Just now, I can list ten times you were toxic

Eleven times you made me doubt myself

Twelve times you showed your true colors

And the thirteenth time, when I finally did something about it

We met the day before you turned fourteen

I guess that doesn’t matter now, you started distancing yourself at fifteen

After sixteen months of crying myself to sleep, I’m going to stand up to you

I may only be seventeen, but I’m going to do this

Eighteen tries

Nineteen tries

Twenty tries

Twenty one tries, I’ll just keep trying

Twenty two tries, you can break me down, but I’ll get you back

Twenty three tries, you won’t like it

Twenty four tries, but you’ll have to deal with it

And now, on the twenty fifth try, I’ll finally cut you off


Goodbye

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