However bad it gets, there is a future after breaking up with someone who cared a lot less than you did.
I'll remember, you will not. In fact you didn't care a lot about our past or all the things which didn't last. Are you hurting? You are not. In fact it didn't mean a lot to you, the fuss when dying love destroyed us. I needed us, you did not. In fact you didn't care one jot. At last I see a broken dream releasing me. I'll be gone when you wake. Maybe you'll miss me for the good times' sake.
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