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Nov 2014
To be seen as a prize I am
When will she ever make you happy the way I did
I gave you everything I had
but you laughed and said
"Why would anyone want you when they could have better"
Now I am hollow
And all I can feel are the echoes of your words in my bones
Written by
Joy Raine Hanson  Nowhere
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