Your touch use to give me chills,
Now it disgusts me.
Your kisses use to send butterflies to my stomach,
Now it makes me vomit.
I use to think about you all the time.
Now you never cross my mind.
I use to hope we would be together.
Now I ask myself:
What was I thinking?
The thrill of it all enticed me.
I regret it all.
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