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Apr 2017
No longer tears of anger, No more tears of anger. What's left is tears of disappointment, being fooled into thinking everything is ok. Being fooled that things has changed. I fooled myself believing things were different, or was it my way of wanting it to be that way. It was there all along, you've  never changed, I was blinded, thought I've known better! I've played myself once again. This is the last time! As I pack my things and head for the door, reminding myself to not look back for this is the last day forth!
Shemika C
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Shemika C  Bronx, N.Y
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