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It's so legit

that you 

stopped loving me

and honed your love into hate

and now

you probably have left this place

this place where we lived

I do not blame you

I accept your hate and acknowledge that you don't care 

that you don't think of me, don't want the best for me

I have broken promises to you and myself

by thinking of the past

I even wondered what I would say

if I wrote you a letter

but there are no fucking letters between us

There are no words and no feelings

You don't give a shit about me 

and tonight, my wide pupils will only give thanks 

for the images pouring into them

 Here on the beach where life began 

i will remember you are dead

and how free I felt the first day I knew

we would never talk again 

and then I will remember nothing