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Jan 2014
I could never imagine it was me,
Who fell upon the guilty; who was treated horribly.
Though I couldn't bear it deep inside,
I couldn't bear to lose my pride.
That's when I seemed the most oblivious to it all,
A boy who let me burn, crash, and fall.
But it wasn't him who hurt me so,
It was me who couldn't let go.
Written by
Shari Forman  New York
(New York)   
536
   Ariel Taverner, --- and Gabriel
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