It Is Not Me.
Although sometimes I sit awake at night,
wondering whether or not we might have worked,
I found someone new to break my heart.
I am crazy, bonkers, out of my mind,
to think you were ever worth it.
You constantly mock others,
and I see you are broken inside,
but I am not your remedy.
You have your remedy.
It is not me.
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