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May 2015
Why do I feel this way?
I see you hold hands with her,
and it’s like a bucket of ice water,
drowns me in sorrow.
I knew I shouldn’t let you go.
I’m sorry, I’m so weak.
So fragile.
I can’t take the heat,
that surrounds you.
Many lust for you.
Many want you.
You chose me.
Now I lost you.
I’m tired, of fighting.
I’ll wait for you.
I’m slowly falling for you.
Written by
Mikayla  Littleton
(Littleton)   
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