I had a disease,
You seemed to be the cure.
You said you loved me,
But I was unsure.
I let you go,
With some regret.
Your soft, warm touch,
I never hoped to forget.
The chill of my words,
As I said goodbye.
Stung my throat,
And made me want to cry.
But I stayed strong,
Though, I have no idea how.
And the pain seems to have,
Subsided now.
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