the more i learn
the more i know not to ask why.
just fall to my knees
& cry to the sky.
the more i find out me
the less i want you,
and you hate me now
because this is what i have to do.
don't miss me,
don't call.
i've changed my number, locks, hair, car
& will not be here next fall.
don't count on a cave,
don't count on a letter...
i'm leaving for good,
and i can only get better.
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