i must cut you out of my life
blot you out of memory
exise you neatly from my heart
my heart will need the most work
for it did love you, in all the ways that never mattered
all my attempts drops in the ocean of your wants
i was destined to hurt you and you were destined to scar me and i think we did a number on each other
just a digit away from infinite, always teetering on that last one
we will never be able to expunge us from our history
but we're doomed to always try
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