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Feb 2016
It was real
And you got scared
But I'd hold you hand
If you'd hold my gaze.
Days and days
   they go by
Sit and think
   and wonder why.
How I let myself fall so hard
How I let myself believe
How I let myself think
You wouldn't leave.
Ha!
You were a dream
And I was a game.
Don't come back
   But come again.
Brielle Lachelle
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