After

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After
I drunk because I knew he wouldn't remember me
I smoked until I burned him from my memory
I slept until he could no longer haunt my dreams
I worked till I didn't break at the seams
I progressed until he was out-dated
I didn't cry, merely waited
And
I ate until the taste of him faded

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