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Nov 2013
I try so hard to pick up the pace you’re in;
but you end up setting fire all around
just so I could feel your pain.

you smoke cigarettes behind the courtyard
once you told me  you’ve stopped;
all your cryptic words confuse me,
causing my mind to drop.

Here’s to all your mistakes
piled to become your
biggest regret-

I could never rest my heart
not knowing where
yours truly lie.
Bianca
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