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Sometimes I miss you. But then I’m reminded of all the toxicity. Sometimes I just want you to come over and hold me. But then remember you’re the same one who used those hands to hurt me. Sometimes I want you to apologize and cry and beg for my forgiveness. But then, I remember you don’t care and you’re not sorry. Hell, it was never love. Just control. I was naive and desperately seeking genuine love. You were just seeking your next victim.
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