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May 2017
Sometimes, I wonder "What If".
Sometimes I wonder "If It Was Me"
Then I stop.
I look at what I have.
All I have since you didn't want me.
And I smile.
I look in his eyes, brown pools of depth.
Real love I find, no superficial ****.
And I smile.
I no longer wonder "What If"
Michelle Sampson
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