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Nov 2017
I'm starting to question,
Not the truth in your words,
But if their representation,
Matches their worth.
If it's real,
If you mean it,
There's no deadline.
Seal the deal,
Then get depleted,
Lingering like a punchline.
The worth of your words depreciate-
So much I can't appreciate,
A single thing you say.
Having anything means nothing,
till you can have it all.
Don't tell me that you want me;
You got no one else to call.
Written by
Jessica Schwartz  27/F/Oklahoma
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