Sorry, but too bad, you’ll get no sympathy from me.
You made your bed, now lie in it. Isn’t it comfy?
Mistakes made aren’t forgiven and forgotten, in fact,
Pity the poor fool who thinks you’ve changed and takes you back.
Alas, I’m done giving you chances, it won’t be me.
Time to start my life anew and without you; I’m packed.
You had your chance; good-bye, good luck, take care. Don’t call me

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