I hate you, I hate you so much. You created a wound that is hard to heal. And some days I don't think I can. But then I think of how we're looking at the glow of the same moon. Even if the people we were don't exist anymore, the old you, the one I loved, is hopefully still looking at the same moon. And thinking of me too.
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