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May 2014
And I keep telling myself
I'm tired
When the truth is
I'm exhausted
Depleted
On the verge of
Giving up
And I keep telling myself
I'm fine
When the truth is
I'm morose
Melancholic
On the edge of
Bursting
And I just want you
To call
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© 2014 Jazzelle Velazquez. All Rights Reserved
Jazzelle Monae
Written by
Jazzelle Monae  Houston
(Houston)   
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