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Jun 2013
You
Hurtful words come in every direction
No longer is anything left to my discretion
How could this happen, how could this be?
How could my prince betray me?
The love in my heart waxes and wanes
But the incessant pain still remains
Letting go of hope, facing the truth
It never was me, it was always you.
Rebecca Smith
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