Where you've officially cut me off.
Goodbye, Dear.
I am now signing off.
You probably have figured out by now,
That the poems' titles create a playlist.
It's my way of letting go,
But Dear, I didn't know you'd get so pissed.
A year ago today,
We parted ways,
And today you've decided,
That this really is the end.
I hope you'll feel better,
And never bitter.
I wish you well,
This really means farewell.
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