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Apr 2014
Yesterday,
I asked for a sign.
A sign that would tell me if
This thing between you and I
Was worth it...
Today,
I believe that sign was given to me.
Given to me as I feel my heart race
When I see a girls ***, not her face
And it wasn't mine...
Tomorrow,
I will be doing me.
Doing me because the guy I thought was great
Turned out to be fake
So now its over...
Cierra Rose
Written by
Cierra Rose  Milwaukee
(Milwaukee)   
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