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Mar 2014
Her
I always had to remind myself
You were with her.
You chose her.

I went with you to get the ring.
And how inappropriate
That I be there
With you
To pick a ring
For her.

I told myself I wouldn't
Not anymore
I couldn't.
My heart couldn't take it.
Yet over
and over
I did.

And now I think of her.
And you.
And your son.
Her son.
Your family.
And then there's me.
Written by
Sarah Elizabeth  25/F/Washington, DC
(25/F/Washington, DC)   
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