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Nov 2011
I hope all of "this" isn't a lie,
Honestly if it was I couldn't understand why..

     Lead me on for months,       almost a year.

This is my biggest fear.

I wanted you to be the first and only,
Now I think I'm going to end up lonely.


The lonely,    me.
Brooke Marie
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Brooke Marie
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