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Nov 2010
Now, I'm not too sure about happy endings;
Not too sure about second, third, fourth chances.
We've tried and we've tried; all I fed you were lies.
You saw through my actions, my words; You saw me.
You know me better then I know myself.
I guess it was for the best,
if that is what you want me to call this.
Inspiration; a hit or miss.
Well, it's a hit this time.
Hit me in the core of my heart and it is not going anywhere.
So thank you;
Thank you for helping me discover and grow fond of myself;
because without you here,
I've grown to know the person you so easily gave up.
And she is worth the world.
Written by
Amanda Martin
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