Too sad those days won't come back after what happened two years ago. Everyday, I live with the regret of telling you those words, I live hating myself for letting you go. But I had to move on and forget about everything, pretend there was nothing to start with. Dwelling on this matter wouldn't have changed anything.
As I got ready for work, I checked my bank account to see if I could go partying tonight. A very sad looking two-digit number popped up and I sighed.
"Barely enough for lunch and dinner," I told myself, closed my apartment door and made my way to work.
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