being meA Poem by SaraElizabethsitting alone the girls are in bed tears are rolling down my face can't seem to make sense
how could you hurt the one you love over and over again until they finally give up
how could you not see they were no good for you how could you not tell that they were changing you as well
sometimes i see a glimpse of her a memory i try to hold dear of a woman strong and full of life with a passion so fierce
i want her back but its so hard to break free i don't want to live this lie i want to get back being me
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