Anguish rules me,
as my life it is dormant.
My actions to you,
Have been my saddest performance.
The way that I feel, isn't all my own fault.
But you wounded me greatly,
and I rubbed it in salt. As tomorrow brings you a new number,
that sits right next to your name.
It brings me, also, to a new number,
8 months since you pushed me away,
the date of apprentice boys day.
I'll never forget,
You know how my memory is,
I'll forever be bitter,
forever resent.
I wish it was different.
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