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Dec 2015
Out with the old, in with the new
I knew that our love was to good to be true.
Next time I'll be bullet proof.
No, next time: I'll find a prince;
             not a fugitive.
Next time I'll find a wild;
              not a control.
Next time I won't hold myself back
I won't give up myself.
Next time, my love won't fade.
If it does; He'll fight for it back,
not exit the scene.
Next time will be nothing but love
    Not a fear of leaving.
You won't be able to recognize
to hypnotize my back.
I'll be strong because of you.
Isn't that what you wanted?
Claire Ellen
Written by
Claire Ellen  North Pole, AK
(North Pole, AK)   
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   Dana Colgan
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