I don't want to hear you say you're sorry. I want to hear you say you want me. Because the way in which I feel you is so undeservedly pure. It's not the pain you dealt that's holding me back. It's the way you said you didn't want me anymore. Not with your lips. But with your goodbye eyes. And your goodbye hands. And every subliminal line in between the words you said; Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.
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