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Mar 2014
You cant blame me*
For being nice..

Whenever I would do anything nice
For anyone else,
It would always get thrown
Back in my face,
But for the first time
I decided to do
Something nice for you,
You said Thanks

I liked it.

So I did it again,
And again, and again,
Until your very definition of me
Was Nice
I thought being nice
Was the best it could get
It was wonderful and perfect
Until I heard you say something else

Pretty

But you never called me pretty
*Never me..
D
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