I catch sight of our last conversation.
In black and white,
I am reminded.
That little SLAP you
Delivered brings renewed sting.
I know the simple solution is to delete it.
I won't, because I need the reminder as to how you really feel about me... otherwise I might (pretend) to forget and I just don't want to live that way any longer... under false pretenses...
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