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Jul 2016
I've been told before,
That it's ok to care.
Hands running through
Dark hair.
Fingers entwine.
Let your body
Fall into mine.
You do know that all of this
That all of this is meaningless,
Right?
Your presence isn't gonna make
My future bright.
Just another regret,
That I choose not to regret.
Just another regret,
My mind will soon forget.
You'd be wise to do the same.
Lose my number
And pretend
Pretend you don't even know my name.
Maria Williams
Written by
Maria Williams  Pennsylvania, USA
(Pennsylvania, USA)   
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     Brent Fisher
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