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The cruelest, cruelest irony of all is that you probably haven't thought of me more than once or twice; a casual thought maybe. You haven't wondered how I was doing or if I was thinking of you. You haven't even written me back. You are probably trying to forget that I exist; regretting that we dated at all, perhaps?...Most likely, if our relationship even passes in that space between your eyeballs and the back of your skull. It is inconcievable to me that you do not think of me...But thinking back on my previous relationships, forgetting someone can be all too easy.
I can't believe you did this to me. |