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May 2019
I will be okay.
My heart is aching and I can't
Stop crying.
You don't love me like you use to.
You don't need me like you once did.
Maybe not tomorrow.
Maybe not next week.
But in time I will be okay.
#okay #tomorrow #next #week
Written by
stephanie burrows  F
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