If I would have only known
that ignoring me is a new form
of communication I would have
left town, looking for a pit or a cave
Where I could deal with the pain
Where your name will not be mentioned
Where there would be no one else to blame
Where discovering I am over you will be an act of creation
If I would only known that forgetting you is a new form of
celebration
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