There are things that I wish to forget.
You were a mistake; a waste of my time.
The only real feelings that you had were for yourself.
When my mind wanders back to that time, it leaves it tasting bitter,
like the taste of a rotten egg.
I wish there was a way to erase my ever knowing you.
I was a fool to pretend.
I was a fool for putting myself there.
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