I wish things had been
different, but don't we all.
I wish she had never met you
then I would not have to write this.
I was a child then, just
another victim in a long
line of them. And now, I am
a woman, who still smells
your stench, standing
in yet another line. Waiting to buy
another bottle of perfume
in an attempt to drown
this malodorous pain.
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