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“Nth Time”

It hurts so bad, my heart is bleeding

My eyes are misty in all the crying

Staring at the both of you having your perfect moment

Can’t find a way to ease the raging pain.

If I attempt to forget, the more I can remember

Sick of it, don’t know how to recover

“Suppress,” I thought in mind

I said it to myself for the nth time.

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