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Nov 2011
I find myself thinking from time to time,
About everything we could be but I know that I'm,
Foolish and in some ways abused by myself,
Because I get my hopes up to have them crash and I felt,
Alone and scared when I thought you weren't there,
But I realize now that you never did care,
So I hide and I guard myself from the world,
My heart so limp yet so tightly curled,
Around you my dear for you must know,
That my heart still won't let you go.
Joanna
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   Jacqui
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