you came and go, i don't need you.
what you left is just throbbing pain.
it became a stain that remains forever.
causing a phobia that was constantly reminded.
i hate everything that was done.
though i don't regret, but there's just plain hatred.
no, i should be thankful to everything you have done.
you're like taught all the "should not, never not".
everything was just a waste, wasted.
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