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You’ve written.
You’ve called. But only after months Of silence. Months of thinking That I’d been Forgotten. You’ve done this before Many times since We parted. But this was different. Different because of the Defeat in your voice And the sincere apology That came from your lips. I forgave you, For the first time. For the first time I felt A weight lift off My shoulders. A weight that kept my Confidence at bay. Now I’m relieved. Now I’m free. Thank you. And I still love you.
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