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Jul 2016
The way you used to talk to me
The way you used to call me beautiful, say good-morning every day

There was so much promise, so much hope

How was it taken away from me so fast?

I try to be calm and subtle
But how can I do that when all that was promised is a lie?

I yearn for what used to be
Before we touched
Before we fought
Before you pushed me away

Help me understand
Help me heal
Help me move on
**Tell me what went wrong
Elise Brown
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Elise Brown  New Orleans
(New Orleans)   
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