<h3>When lovers leave, they always leave a mark. For you, it was the mark when you decided it was time to stomp my heart out like one of your cigarettes.</h3>

<h3>That mark wasn’t a scar.</h3>

<h3>The mark you left was a badge - that I survived 100% of your bullshit. </h3>

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