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Saturday, January 02, 2016
I was looking at you from afar.
You're looking for something;
for someone.
I stood right beside you,
was about to wave my hand and say hi.
You found her. You run right after her.
This is where I've proven
I will always be the girl left hanging;
the one who begs someone to stay.
Hurt flashes across my face.
I'm standing still at where I was,
pretending I was okay.
I've had enough, I can't take it anymore.
I took a deep breath
and walk away.
...
You came running back to me asking
have you seen her?
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