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I Can't Change

December 2, 2012

Amanda K., Congers, NY By amandakad, Congers, NY

A deep rouge resides on her delicate cheek.

Her pursed lips create a sly smile.

That smile.

The same smile that captured your heart.

Eyes green as shiny emeralds.

Her hair falls ever-so-perfectly.

She was the one you liked.

And she knew that.

You liked that fire in her heart.

I didn't have that.

I didn't have anything that she had.

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