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Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #1224161
Some times you tell yourself a lie for so long, you begin to believe it's true.
We were so young then
So full of hope and promises
And, I sit here now behind this desk
The person you said I'd be
The bitterness of success
Lingers on my tongue
There it is
I cannot deny it any longer
I wonder what our's would have been
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