Complex

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I told myself that I wouldn't cry, 

Ruin a perfectly good smokey eye, 

I'd try on my new pair of shoes, 

Get up and walk away, 

But that's just it, 

The words wouldn't formulate, 

I felt stuck in time, 

Looking at the clock, 

And shaking my head. 

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