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so that's is it? i've had my turn. the end. thank you for the memories i'll try to let go of. have a nice life with your sleazy boys and alcohol. i'll still be in bed like a devorced married couple but fuckit, this is the last time i'm going to write about you. you don't care about me anymore? me neither. no dramatics, no more tears or hurt it's over. thank you and goodnight. i really did love you. oh well.