I don't need shit from you,
because I love you,
and it hurts to know that you'll never love me the same way,
and now I don't care what you do.
I'm okay on my own,
and I know you've made the right choice.
I understand,
so go have fun.
It's okay we're done,
but I miss you.
I may act dead for a while,
but I'll be okay, I promise.
I may wish I were dead for a while,
but I'll live on.
Still, I need you,
but I'll be okay.
I swear.
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