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BLIND

I don't hate you,
Because I still love you.
I can't look at you,
Because it hurts to.
We don't talk,
Because there is nothing left to say.
You apologized, but I still walked away.

I'm leaving you and the thought of you behind,
Because I just need to clear my mind.
I'm angered because you wasted my time,
Hurt because I believed you were mine,
But I just didn't see the signs.
I guess that's why they say love is blind,

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