Dam him she says,
as she takes another sip from her glass,
you know I been through a lot
in the last couple of years,
but could he not of kept his hands to his self,
and not to get us missed up in all this regret,
also before you ask, yes I am mad at him,
and feel sad for him,
because he does not know,
what he just let go,
What he has lost,
She takes another sip of wine.
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