Bad December

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"How can I move on, when I'm still in love with you?"
I was confused, this is not love.
This is not how love is supposed to be.

Who says love is going to hurt?
Love is supposed to heal, not adding to the wound.

I reckon
I don't get the love in your definition
In your specification
It is my intervention
Now it is a clarification
That this is a sacrification.

This is not a love poem
It is a sign of vengeance
To you
Within my silence.

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