Douche

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It was raining, and she loved the rain.
The rain made her feel happy, being that
he no longer cared.
He no longer cared how much cried.

He drifted apart from her, and he was heartless.
She couldn't let go, as much as she wanted too.
She hated him, hated him for everything he's done.
Now she tried to keep and smile on, but she couldn't.

Every time he's name was mentioned,
the memories flowed back.
She remembered everything.

he said everything, he rejected me.

No matter what she did,
she couldn't stop remembering.
The memories came back like a flood.

I have to let go, I must,
he's a douche, I hate him :)

saying that he was a douche brought a smile to her face.

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