I know now you'd never celebrate me.
Still, it tears me up to know you hate me.
I know, it must be things I said --
Which, I haven't figured out, just regreted.
Though I hate you to turn away, lips pursed,
Though I feel there could be nothing worse,
Though my heart gives my mind days off,
Up there, I know I'm better off.
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