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I blame myself for something that was entirely your fault ,
Seeing you with her stings like a wound sprinkled with salt.
I let you turn my living dream into a living hell,
“Oh it’ll get better with time”, I told myself.
I’ll keep saying sorry and forgiving you each time,
With the thought that my love will forever be in your mind.
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