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Sierra Brown Sep 2015
Not a soul can read me,
you may try or think you can.
I promise you'll never really know me.

I feel sick just thinking about
how much time I've wasted on you.

Not a soul knows how long I've felt this way,
only me.
I only have myself.

I need alone time, time to collect my thoughts.
Time to rethink my choices.
I need to find myself.

— The End —