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I did not care
I stopped caring a long time ago.
When I found out that love leads to hurt,
and that hurt leads to tear drops and bloodstains on my white towels.
So, this time, it didn't hurt.
This time my soul wasn't torn and my heart didn't break;
there was merely a paper cut to the fleshy walls that keep my love protected.
And I'm not crying out with a pain too strong to think about.
I just hold my head high, with dry eyes, and wish you well.
Because, this time, I did not care.
