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Oct 2015
I told myself I'm not special.
I told myself it's not personal.
I still woke up & felt just as alone as the night before.
I knew I wasn't one in a million.
I was just the first to the phone.
I must lack all self respect.
I mean why else would I be a mess?
3 steps forward, now i am 5 steps back.
They say "drunk words are sober thoughts."
Now, it's the morning after
&
I'm confused as hell.
Kendra Stocklin
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