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Apr 2012
For awhile,
I thought it would actually work,
I truly believed myself,
I tricked myself into thinking that,
You would like me just enough,
That I would be Just good enough,
to tell you my secret,
and have you still like me,
My face is strong in company,
but quietly,
You'll see,
tears will fight their way,
onto my face, forever etched, will forever stay,
I can't be cured.
Can't be loved, won't be heard,
not much worth, too hurt,
to try anymore, given the situation,
and the situations inflation,
I can expect no less, not one to impress,
I'm okay with being alone.
I know I'll have me. And I'll never
Let me down
a third time.
Nicole Sarandon Venable
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