Those three words are a joke to you.
It worked once a long time ago for you.
Now I realized I missed smiling.
I missed all the laughing.
I would like to thank you for your departure.
All that I've missed I can finally recapture.
I won't let you be a vulture.
I will no longer be the one that you torture.
By Selena Myers
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