I gave him back his ring
When he said maybe
We had never been that steady
We had broken up three times
Let's just push it out five months,
He offered
How about the twelfth of never
Was my response
My love for him was dead already
He wasn't going to get another chance
I can do better
Dumping, San Francisco
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