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Mar 21
I can't swallow this pain
spiraling down the shower drain
the lip stick stain,
is the color of a constant migraine
staring at me, I might turn insane

Whenever I saw you with him in disdain
I cannot not maintain
this derailing emotional train
that is called my brain

Though it matters not what lane
still tugging at our almost broken chain
in effort to retain,
whatever is left to remain.

You are no longer my Plain Jane.
Jenna
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Jenna  18/F
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