Sometimes,
I forgive.
But I never,
forget.
All that you put me through.
The good,
the bad.
It's over now,
So why does it still,
hurt?
Who gave you the right,
to do that to me.
What did I do?
I was so young.
And there was nothing,
nothing I could do,
when you,
left.
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