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Mykal
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She's gone, she's really gone and this time I don't know where to find her.~*~
I don't remember the last time I just sat and cried, but that's exactly what I'm doing now. I wish that I could tell you that I will move on, that I'll find someone jsut like Kiarah but I know I won't. Shit, Mykal. How do you even do this? How do you go from a player to someone with something good, and then to being a stupid-ass and messing it all up.
I wish I could tell myself that she'll come back to me but again, I know she won't. So I'll sit here, and I'll think about all the things I've done but I won't actually do anything about it. How did a dude like me ever become so hopeless? It's like Spongebob without Patrick or a class with no teacher, I'm lost, and damn is it depressing.
"I wanna be with you, I wanna be with you, everything you do is brand new." My phone rings Kiarah's ringtone and I hate to admit it, but I grabbed the phone so fast you don't even know.
"Kiarah, I'm sorry...." Is the first thing I say and although I know that sorry won't make it right, it's a start.
"Mykal....can you come find me? I dont know where I am.....but can you come find me?" She responded sounding lost.
"Where are you?" I ask getting up, grabbing my jacket and my car keys.
"I don't know Mykal, just come find me."
And that's all I hear before the line goes dead, and I swear I'm going to die along with it because I feel my heart drop. Where is she?
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