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I don’t hate you

I’m not disappointed,

anymore.

 

My mother warned

I persisted

My mother begged

I pleaded

 

I learned

she was right

all on my,

own.

 

Don’t worry,

I’ll talk,

if, you call.

I’ll listen,

if, you speak.

 

I’ll respect you,

even though

you didn’t

respect her.

 

Let’s be friends

I rather not

 

Keep your secrets

And your guilt

Don’t spread that!

 

I was already

The lucky one.

 

I am you.

You are me.

 

But,

you’re not.

 

Years have passed

I have grown

 

Call,

I’ll answer.

I don’t hate you,

I understand you.

 

I mean,

I don’t hate you,

 

But,

 

I don’t love you either.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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