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One foot in, one foot out

Give me the time I need to grieve

Im not ready

“thanks for giving me a chance”

For you for him

“I am ready to give it up this time”

I choose me

If you would come back,

L ov e

How is it that those words came out so easily to you

Why

do I feel so chocked with every beep that accompanies messages of sweet nothings

Choice

Choose

I choose me

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