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Dear journal,

His hands were on my waist,

His lips were on mine,

My lips, he wanted to taste,

But, he wasn't satisfied,

I'll take the pain,

I know the truth,

My heart and I know the truth,

The truth hurts,

Now he is dancing with her,

I was his shade of amber,

Now she is his shade of gold,

I'm happy for him,

But I'm standing here with a broken heart,

While he has her under his spell,

But...

I'm happy for him,

I shed tears,

Cause I thought it was love...

I guess not.

Sincerely,
Nightingale

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