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I thought of you again today.
Sometimes I skip — forgive me.
Remembering only the good has gotten easy.
I still get angry for forgetting all the bad. I want all of you.
It isn’t you I learned to let go.
It is all me. Selfishly me.

Do you know how much of me I had to give away to keep you?

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