Night of revelation

Dear my old flame,
Thanks for treating me so rude. Thanks for dictating my life. Thanks because you've hurt me this much. Thanks for every pain you give to my life. Thanks for making me weep for you every night. Thanks for every illogical reason. Thanks for every lie.
You know what? I'm really shocked to hear the truth. I used to trust you and believe what you said to me. I never knew that you would be this bad.
Anyway, thanks for every sweet memories. But I know that you're not good enough for me and you know you gotta go.

you. gotta. go.

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