If I was a better writer I'd have thought up something original, but instead I'll use the words of one Jill Scott. Hopefully this is the last I'll have to say on the matter.
Slowly, surely,
I walk away from
self-serving,
undeserving,
constantly hurting me love
deserting me love...
That old desperate and dazed love,
caught up in the maze of love,
the crazy craze of love,
thought it was good,
thought it was real,
thought it was,
but it was... not... love.
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