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false impression
I hope you realize what you’ve given up
I hope every memory of us being together haunts your thoughts
With the inescapable truth that you are nothing but selfish
And that you want everything and are unwilling to bestow
I hope you choke on your newborn happiness
Just know where you’ve been
I was first
I own a part of you that can never be replaced
Your “new friends,” they don’t care if they hurt you; you’re nothing but stale seconds to them
I hope you don’t mind coming in second in everything (with me you were always first)
They will hold you as far back as they can so they’re always first
Most of all, I hope you’re sorry
I hope you’re ashamed
Because, frankly, they are worth much less than the dirt you walk on
And I was under the impression that I meant more than that
