I feel again now the way I felt just before I broke up with you.
Miserable, for weeks on end.
So in love that I can't bring myself to make the decision.
Dreading with terror the way I'll feel after she's gone.
But then I remind myself that once I did break up with you I felt liberated. That those were two of the best years of my life.
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