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Him and I, we parted ways.
Our union was not meant to be.
Is there such a thing as fate or destiny?

Or do we chart the course of our own life?
For I was the one who so badly wanted out.
When he took a different route.

And the deed is done, I had to do it.
Signed and sealed.
I wonder when the wound will heal?

Perhaps a keloid will form.
Always a reminder.
That I remember.
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