Jessica

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I was seventeen

I thought I was ready for anything

Anything but him

Anything but us

I met him at my school

It had been a cold day

I thought he was kind

But his eyes lied

Soon enough we were alone

He whispered my name

I thought it was love

By morning he was gone

Now I've been broken

Now I'm lost

The only thing I am sure of

I do not miss him

I am happy he's gone

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