Dear John
I was going through my computer deleting files from the past,
When I noticed the Dear John letters to men that did not last.
At the time my reasons were perfectly justified,
But some of them I wonder if I threw hastily aside.
I felt a pang of guilt that was not dismissed.
Maybe I sought the perfect man that did not exist.
They were competing with a memory in my heart
Of my first love, although with pain we did part.
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