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Sep 2014
I was never good with words
I was never good with emotions
I let the smallest things get to me
I let the smallest things become the biggest
It was always "does he still care?"
It was never "just forget him"
I always waited for him to call me beautiful again
For him to call me up at 12am
When it didn't happen I cried
I was depressed
And then I realized **he's just another boy
for every girl who has loved
Shweta Darji
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Shweta Darji  Houston
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