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I hate this feeling. It was never supposed to be you.
But sometimes, once we let go and forget, we find something even better.
And all those in it.
I wish I could forget you.
You moved on, and now it’s my turn.
Hug it out, bitch.
It may seem like the hardest thing to do, but you have to forget about the guy who forgot about you.