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Jul 2013
I'm aware that I'm not the first,
I'll never be the first,
I consider all the possible consumption,
I've implied that you were the first,
But you never stated I was..
First.
The only one,
That came to mind,
Gradually never became problematic for me,
Until once in a white moon,
Frustration hits like rapid lighting,
Your the epitome of both love and hate,
Simply there's no telling if it's good or bad,
Am I the lucky one?
Or is it,
You.
Isabella H
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Isabella H
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   Timothy
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