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Mar 2014
I went to Rue 21
I wanted to get something new
To feel beautiful and well dressed
I chose things and went to the dressing room
One by one I tried them
I put things on
I tried to feel pretty
Elegant
Loved
But I couldn't do it
So I cried
Right there in the dressing room
Like a two year old who hasn't gotten her way
Because I hadn't
I hadn't' gotten my way
I didn't get to feel pretty anymore
And most importantly
I didn't get you
JSK
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   Marshall Gass
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