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Oct 2014
You rest your hand
Up on my cheek
You tell me the world
(The promises you couldn't keep),
Our lives together

That would never be.
I walk around
With my head held high?
Unlikely so.
I could never be what you needed
It sure was one of my nicer delusions, though.
Kayla
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Kayla  Indiana
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