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Moved on
I look back,
I see the love you had for me.
Slowly realizing it was an act.
My love was real,
at least it was in the beginning.
Now that I'm moving on,
you can't handle it.
I've made a change.
A change to better myself.
Now you can suffer all you want,
or you can move on like I did.
Lets part our ways
and act like civilized people.
What else is there to do?
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