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[justlisten]

i decided to sit down and write poetry
and then delete it all.

a million goodbyes,
and i'm hoping this is the last
out of concern for my mental health.

i don't know what to say to you anymore.
you were always more than just my best friend.

i might even go to say,
the only person who ever really understood,

or did you?

here's to goodbye.
another hundred pages of poems,
another crying fit on the bedroom floor,
another "i hate you"
"i hate the way you make me feel".

broken.