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April 14, 2007 - Saturday
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BY: MARIKATE BROKAW... You would have thought when you first saw me.. when you glanced into my eyes, you would have seen something special... I would have thought when i first kissed you I would have felt something amazing, something pure , something untouched. When you kissed me, you felt new. When I touched you I felt used. I had a feeling something wasn't right, like the words told to me were true. All the things my friend told me the lies, and the things that lead back to you. I followed the clues, and letters that were no use. Fliped through your phone, like undiscovered news. I started to ask questions, that haunted me like my past remembering sorrows and blues. Went through channles of cards that had said Love Boo. But to see it was from you to WHO? I cried hating the thought we were through. But I knew I need to try something new and unused
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