The Unwelcomed

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Better pore salt

Into these open wounds

For once they close

They will never

Come back

For I am done

With these petty lies

And selfish excuses

Never ending

They just keep coming

Flowing from your mouth

It's done, it's over

From this ending

I will find a new beginning

Don't think though

That you can follow

Where I'm going

For you are not welcomed

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