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May 2014
I wish I could say you don't matter to me
but these tears in my eyes tell a different story.
This tear, right here, is for the first time we kissed.
The one to follow is for the night I realized
it meant nothing to you.
God, I'm envious of your apathy,
of your don't give a **** persona,
because it's clear to me that I gave too many *****
to all the wrong people.
Nicholle Justine
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Nicholle Justine  Minnesota
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