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Oct 2016
"She had a mind
that he was not ready for
behind that pretty little face."

I still miss the way you looked at me
with that tantalized look in your eye.

I wish that I could have been your fairytale,
and you could have been mine.

I'm fighting for my mind,
I'm fighting to not break apart
and to not be blind.
Caroline Marie Zak
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Caroline Marie Zak
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