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Nov 2015
She loved you.
And she told you so often.
Would curl up in your arms,
Night after night,
And remind you of her love.
She never complained that you didn't care,
Never got mad when you didn't say it back.
She'd cry silently to herself.
And now its done,
And she won't *****,
Or get angry.
She will let you decide,
To be 'just friends'
She will just cry silently to herself.
Cheyenne
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Cheyenne
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