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Anger
A seething hatred for the memories she left behind.
Let the flowers die.
Let my world burn.
Another day without her,
Another day I don't give a damn.
She'll be sorry.
She'll come crawling back.
She cant come back.
I wont let her.
She chose to let go.
I will not be the net she falls into.
She can drown in this mess she has made.
Burn is the fires she set as she burned all her bridges.
I have nothing for her but hate.

© ChickySmutts